Lyric of the Month: January 2011

by Nic Olson

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 every day.
Deterioration, growing old before my time.
Nobody cares, never mind.

We all prey on our 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 every day.
Deterioration, growing old before my time.
Nobody cares…

The mind breaks down when it dies.
Our machines 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.

Good Riddance, Yesterday’s Headlines, Symptoms of a Leveling Spirit

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