You fall like a waterfall

Pulling down your insincerities

I erode 'til you're bedrock

An in the fossils the inscription reads



If you think you've made history

You're not as huge as you thought

So pull the safety pins out 'yer palms

There's no more room on the cross

So step off ..



Your presence is a gaping hole

A wound from which your contradictions bleed

It's documented in my laptop

And it just reaffirms statistically

That



If you think you've made history

You're not as huge as you thought

So pull the safety pins out 'yer palms

There's no more room on the cross

So step off ..



If you think you've made history

You're not as huge as you thought

So pull the safety pins out 'yer palms

There's no more room on the cross

So step off ..

So step off ..

So step off ..