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These weights grow older And these songs grow heavier every day Where did we lose our time? When did we lose our way? Brittle now, these bones. An axe to dent Prone lies a throne where we all will die alone The last chorus of the first song of the rest of our lives We sang it all day to prove that we'd survived Where success is excessive we made a brick wall out of a bird's nest Isn't it festive? When bitterness crept in our racket, we just folded it around us like a jacket Sew me up in metaphors to protect me from the meteors A wise man once said only the selfish say that life is way too short But ask the dinosaurs if they accomplished all that they were here for From Letras Mania