Из альбома: Sunday's Child

Everyone's rewriting history,
Let history speak for itself.
When history repeats itself

Better listen up cause it don't lie.

Everyone is seeing history
As redesigned through their own eyes.

And in the end all of these trends
Will be revealed by the author of history.

History, reciting history,
Forbidden fruit upon their breath.
Don't you know the taste is sweet
But it's got a bitter end
A painful cavity, the consequence.

Take back your big eraser.
Your magic truth replacer.
Hands off those retouched photos.
I don't think we will need those.

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