You fall like a waterfall Pulling down your insincerities I erode you to your bedrock And, 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 your 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 your palms There's no more room on the cross So step offTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
