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!