History

You fall like a waterfall
 Pulling down your insincerities
 I erode 'til you're 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 '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 .