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 doc**ented 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 ..