You fall like a waterfall   Pulling down your insincerities   I erode 'til you're bedrock   An 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 'yer 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 'yer palms   There's no more room on the cross   So step off ..      If you think you've made history   You're not as huge as you thought   So pull the safety pins out 'yer palms   There's no more room on the cross   So step off ..   So step off ..   So step off ..