Lyrics

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 off