Instants in Time - Asylum Pyre

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!