running short on imagination    still we waste it all on words    spoken without the benefit of our minds   the candle burns the edges fray    our best intentions waste away    and everybody loves the things we've done    and on and on and on    life appears weightless for everyone but me    this world grows heavier everyday    deterioration growing old before my time    nobody cares nevermind    we all prey on a vain condition    and the hopelessness of it all    these days there's nothing we can trust    the dreams we made we've seen them fade    trampled by our sad parade    yet we're so pleased with what we've done and on and on and i'm done    life appears weightless for everyone but me    this world grows heavier everyday    deterioration growing old before my time    nobody cares anyway   the mind breaks down when it dies    our machine's doubled in size    to orchestrate the grand collapse    i see us all trapped in its path    there was a time we were unbound    as if we'd never hit the ground    but just like rain we can't keep from falling