Walking the ways
Of some dates and some lives
Observing the traits
Of a long time dead child
Pictures and paints
Are the tricks of mankind
Leading astray our credulous minds
Our credulous minds!

We are words
We are mayflies
We all vanish in time
From our very first cries
We’re all dying inside

Walking around… all these instants in time
Losing myself… in the museum’s aisles
It marks my heart
With a red-hot iron
Do you feel the weight
Of these dates in my rhymes?
My rhymes? In time!
Will they survive? In time!

We are words
We are mayflies
We all vanish in time
From our very first cries
We’re all dying inside

Let the dust… cover it
Under the rust… We are lost
These pictures… all of us
We’ll all vanish… in time…

We are words
We are mayflies
We all vanish in time
From our very first cries
We’re all dying inside

Like the movies we watch
And the books that we read
About the old times
Though we may sometimes think
That in parallel world their story lives on
But we are forced to admit
That they’re, for ages, gone
Walking the ways
Of these instants in time
These pictures will remain
But they’re just a trick
Cos’ them… us… we’ll all…
We’ll all… vanish… in time!