Invent Your Ending

[Instrumental] [Verse] I strum my guitar, futile and pointless a sound Oh these machines, mimic every note and, every pound [Chorus] Oh, give me back the touch of my own two hands feel the thrill of creation, where it all began Imagination was born to die, I’ve wasted all my time (Oh-oh!) [Verse 2] Automation age, there's no soul to be found Slaves to the convenience, we’ve given up, passion's bound [Chorus] Oh, give me back the touch of my own two hands feel the thrill of creation, where it all began Imagination was born to die, I’ve wasted all my time (Oh-oh!) [Said lullaby] If we only knew how it would end Would we have not let it begin? I know now that it's over for us I tried and hoped we could have flourished [Chorus] Oh, give me back the touch of my own two hands feel the thrill of creation, where it all began Imagination was born to die, I’ve wasted all my time (Oh-oh!) [Chorus] Oh, give me back the touch of my own two hands feel the thrill of creation, where it all began Imagination was born to die, I’ve wasted all my time (Oh-oh!) [Outro] (I strum my guitar, futile and pointless a sound) (I strum my guitar, futile and pointless a sound) (I strum my guitar, futile and pointless a sound...) [Outro, Whispers] I strum my guitar, futile and pointless a sound (I strum my guitar, futile and pointless a sound)