Think wise! Think catching your knowledge But it's all around, it licks, and tastes And denies itself by times The spirit offended The spirit that curves at the sight of the spirit It all preys on, the pause offends Still leftovers of a so-said cult legacy Corrupted by the ancestors... Feckless of being eternal... The past is no more... The past is d**h Think having, think defending your turf But once asleep, I will dance on your bones The rhythm catches on, families loose their names I balance, mashing the roots of the knowing A laid-aside tale, a hero deserter All waddling in the great feast of the error Cuz the past is no more, the past is d**h