History Of Time - Bgm

Halcyon days are not a thing Nostalgia is no excuse for stupidity I don't believe in golden ages Or presidents that put kids in cages America awaits on bended knee Can't you see Sweet children, Locke's burden Why did mother draw the curtains Free will is your dilemma (what will the dust remember) Tell me where do you really want to be? At the end of history? Utopia is an opiated dream What we want is an open society One torn and frayed at the edges With pages of imperfect changes And every hallmark of rationality Can't you see Sweet children, Locke's burden Why did mother draw the curtains Free will is your dilemma (what will the dust remember) Tell me where do you really want to be? At the end of history? At the end of history nobody will be innocent Of naked crimes against eternity Now we're in the last second of our December Tell me how do you want to be remembered For generosity or a fucking monstrosity Tell me where do you really want to be? At the end of history? Tell me where do you really want to be? At the end of history? Tell me where do you really want to be? At the end of history? Tell me where do you really want to be? At the end of history?

Red Any time I go out wearing red I end up doing something I regret But damn, I look good in this dress I feel like fire and ice I pour another double on ice Anything I like, I do it twice Just to make sure I got it right And that's why I drink, then I smoke Then I call and I hope You'll pick up, but you don't So, I take it to another shelf And I drink, then I smoke And I call and I hope You'll pick up, but you don't I have a history of repeating myself Home I should find a way of getting home But home is where the heart is and it's broke And I'll be too by the time I get over you I drink, then I smoke Then I call and I hope You'll pick up, but you don't So, I take it to another shelf And I drink, then I smoke And I call and I hope You'll pick up, but you don't I have a history of repeating myself (Ooh, my-myself, ooh, my-myself) Oh, myself (ooh, my-myself, myself, myself) Ooh, I'll stop at a Circle K For cigarettes and a full circle I sit down with Jack in the kitchen 'Cause I'm consistent, yeah Ooh, I'm consistent Ooh, like a record skipping, skipping, skipping I drink, then I smoke Then I call and I hope You'll pick up, but you don't I have a history of repeating I drink, then I smoke Then I call and I hope You'll pick up, but you don't I have a history of repeating my- Repeating my- Repeating myself

Tale as old as honey A moment everybody knows Yeah, I'm sure there was heartbreak Inside the walls of Jericho I couldn't believe it How you could just stop wanting me You burnt down Easter Island As if it wasn't sacred, as if it wasn't sacred to me I've seen it, in the poems and the sands I've pleaded, with the powers and their plans I tried to rewrite it but I can't It's the history, the history of man She stays up, he's sleeping like a lamb She begs him, he says he doesn't understand She loves him, more than anyone ever has In the history, the history of man It's the history of man You didn't even falter Didn't look back once, did you? So Samson blamed Delilah, but given half the chance I I would have made him weaker too Siren sounded, trumpets blaring You walked out oh, without sweating I've seen it, in the poems and the sands I've pleaded, with the powers and their plans I tried to rewrite it but I can't It's the history, the history of man She stays up, he's sleeping like a lamb She begs him, he says he doesn't understand She loves him, more than anyone ever has In the history (history), the history of man He stole our youth and promised heaven The men start wars yet Troy hates Helen Women's hearts are lethal weapons Did you hold mine and feel threatened? Hear my lyrics, taste my venom You are still my great obsession I've seen it, in the poems and the sands I've pleaded, with the powers and their plans I tried to rewrite it but I can't It's the history (history), the history of man I stay up, you're sleeping like a lamb I beg you and you don't understand I hold on, I try to hold your hand I save you a seat and then you say you wanna stand So you'll lose me, the best you'll ever have It's the history, the history of man

Now it's not what it seems I just can't start to say It was these evil days Of pain and fear Something was broke My skin hard like an oak My mind hard like an oak I got a history of violence It's not written on my face You wouldn't know it It's buried in my leather case I got a memory of violence It's not written on my skin You couldn't see it It's a ripple in my grin Like the people of my kin And now it's not what it seems I just can't start to say It was these evil days Of pain and fear Something was broke My mind hard like an oak My skin hard like an oak I got a history of silence The bruises and the sins Don't wash away It's not written in my name Like a freckle on my skin Something that I've never shown Memories from a broken home The engine with no train Shame like a funny game The witness of the sin The scratches on my skin The moment I begin To runaway James Dean The shutter on the screen The curtain on the scene The arrow in the breast The weight inside the chest An erasble race With no traceable trace Satchel full of lies The devil in the eye It's not written on my grave It's not written on my grave It's not written on my grave You wouldn't know it I'm buried safe and well behaved I got a history of evil I got a history of evil I got a history of evil