At the end of history we let go of man's memory Closed the garbage factory, cleaned the filthy sensory I shook the dead hand of the past, haunted by the future forecast When you look up at a star, know it's dead and not too far from dead shit like common dreams, fits right in with common themes
Threw up, cleaned up, put on makeup Now you think you are all grown up?
At the end of history there's a new beginning We burnt the crematory, right along with old glory Laughed at pre-history and then wrote a new storyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
