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 sh** 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 story