No-one to blame, you’ve forgotten your aims
The radar off, you’re tamed
After the storms, patterns formed -
Styles to suit your name
You’re locked in worlds of yesterday
But the colour’s turned to grey
Return, retain, replay
Way beyond prime, you’ve slipped out of time
Your art become a game
Find nothing new where hope once grew -
Just dreams chewed up by fame
You’re locked in worlds of yesterday
But the colour’s turned to grey
And this is where you’ll stay
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