After the Alphabets

Little man, have you kept up those numbers? I can see the nails in your teeth And the clock stuck in your eyes You are never important You are everything This is no measure of your worth The screen in your eyes will fade out Hang in for a way out A way out After the alphabets There will only be insects After the alphabets There will only be insects We are the white hair We are the snow Wе are the white hair On a dying facе We are the white hair We are the snow We are together We are the snow Burn the pages With your name on them Turn and face them And walk your own way We are the echoes of the future Children of present and past The waters are rising fast We are the echoes of the future Children of present and past The waters are rising fast We are the echoes of the future Children of present and past The waters are rising fast (rising fast)