Testo Dinosaurs

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