It`s underway, your history burns
The only tie to tomorrow, and the present...
It`s always gone
It`s in your spine, your mouth gives birth
To the innocent, stillborn, and the rape...
Is such a bore
Somebody is blessed to forget
Someone is cursed to remember
You`re too unwise to suffer
I am I, and you...
Will drown in virtue
In his eyes you`re a wet-nurse
Sour milk to the children, and infanticide...
Is already done
