Whatever value is left
In this crust
will sublime away
disappear without a trace
leaving us alone bereft
of even the dust
of an honest day
met with an honest face
It’s amazing how things
can disappear into thin air
vanishing instantly
gone and forgotten
Can you hear how the bell rings
Can’t you feel the way your hair
stands and trembles hesitantly
can’t you feel this world is rotten
And it’s all sublime
It’s all subliming
It’s all in the wrist and the rhyme
It’s all about timing
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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