Conquered many kingdoms
Got a body like a salt lick now
In the grand scheme he's a blip
But in his day he was the stone cold universal plague
What do you call a fossil before it’s even bone?
Where do you write history long after you’re gone?
It’s all post history
She wore a black dress that day
Stretched it to eternity
Nights gone by and all we have is the wish of reality
Where do you hide the stories so the future can find them?
Where do you suppress the lies that permeate?
Thoughts and minds are free to deteriorate
Animals are better calm
We were born in a barn
We should die in a barn
Why do you care if the history we left is worth recording?
Michael Padula - Bass
Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
Stephen Murphy - Drums, Guitar, Backing Vocals
Micah Robinson - Guitar
