[Chorus]
The speed with which all of them vanish
The objects in the world
And the memory of them in time
Of them in time
The speed with which all of them vanish
The objects in the world
And the memory of them in time
Of them in time

And the real nature of the things our senses experience
Especially those that entice us with pleasure
Or frighten us with pain
Or are loudly trumpeted by pride
To understand those things
How stupid
Contemptible
Grimy
Decaying
And dead they are
That’s what our
Intellectual
Powers are for

[Chorus]
The speed with which all of them vanish
The objects in the world
And the memory of them in time
Of them in time
The speed with which all of them vanish
The objects in the world
And the memory of them in time
Of them in time
Understand what those people really amount to
Whose opinions and voices constitute fame
And what dying is
And if you look at it
In the abstract
And break down your imaginary ideas of it by logical analysis, you realize that it’s nothing
But a process of natur
Which only children can be scared of
And not just a process of nature
But a necessary one

[Chorus]
The speed with which all of them vanish
The objects in the world
And the memory of them in time
Of them in time
The speed with which all of them vanish
The objects in the world
And the memory of them in time
Of them in time

(Instrumental Bridge)

How man
Grasps God
With what part of himself he does so
And how that part is conditioned when he does
How man
Grasps God
With what part of himself he does so
And how that part is conditioned when he does
How man
Grasps God
With what part of himself he does so
And how that part is conditioned when he does
How man
Grasps God
With what part of himself he does so
And how that part is conditioned when he does