Minute by minute
Minutest of the molasses
They were warm and wild
Wise and Wicked
Coalmines were nearby
I could carry them in palms
Palms full of fury and fiery sweat
We have built a blast furnace
It has been there for years
We have been burning for years
When coals burn, they turn into ashes and gold
When we burn, we turn into tears and wisdom
I see a God makling towers of Babel and Eiffel
God is man, man is God
God is hidden somewhere in men
God is hidden somewhere in mean
God is hidden somewhere in misery
God is hidden somewhere in molasses
Why should I see God?
Why should I lest wish to see God?
Why should I miss a God?
Why should I miss men around?
Why should I miss anything at all?
Do I have a fire in the nether lands?
My heart is sulky and silky
It is travelling and in a tough weather
It is oscillating and made of rough feathers
It is scintillating and full of sweat and salt
I run into all sort of chasm
I run into a fuming and odorless crucible of lava
I run into a fishing boat with hanging clouds above
I run into splitting ocean and a bloody harvest
I am dry, naked, messed up, ruined and rustic in numbers
I know only about a desire to dry the soul
It is raining for years and years to come
A day is on the roll, time is flexing its muscles
I know how much I earn and how much I labor
I know how much I deserve and how much I labor
I know how much I deserve and how much I produce
I know how much I desire and how much I produce
It is all hinged to a few rolling coins
We all flip the coins, We all chase our luck
We know that coins and papers makes money
Do we know why we need money?
Do we know where do we make money?
Are you minting money or money minting your salt?