History - God Lives Underwater

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