The Sublime Songtext
von Implode

Bare the scythe as the future′s evolving
A taste of fire can't be for all
Plowing deeper, let it be gone, she′s calling
Why can't you hear her calling?

Her moans a slit through the chest
Beating out to resolve or swallow us hole

We're the sublime, a flicker in time
Lined up beautiful to serve them in crime


We′re no constant, just glimpse in a passing time
Fight fire with a trust in despair
Mind over matter seems better at hand

We′re the dust, we're the cold, we′re prime

Upholding us
We are the prime

It's holding us

Free the plague and the swarm from her rotting womb
Hide away, die young