Dont look up too quick
Youll see the sky is falling down on you
And when you run on empty
The ground will wait to swallow you
I have a dream returning every night
The goal is out of reach but still in sight
Im getting thin but grinning every day
I run on empty too much, its just my way
And in all your dreams doesnt it seem
That youre wearing lead boots, growing tree routes, caught in quicksand?
I can see ahead the end of the line
This is some kind of meltdown just in time
I see declining empires fade away
The games were getting ugly anyway