Written on the top of History's grave:

I am supreme, and Time is my slave

As we're attacked by the rich, squashed between naves
Repeatedly spoon-fed **** like "Jesus saves"

While the outsiders exile in ditches and caves

Well, I'm tired of fighting with falsely worshipped Gods
I've sat through the preaching and felt out facades
While I watch as the head of the Earth slowly nods
I adore my separation and ignore my poor odds
Fishing for the answers with old, busted rods

My mind runs free, as I untangle my strings
They tried to strangle me, but I cut the ****** things
Time ticks away and it busts its old springs
And History is dead because Time ran out of dings
The alarm won't go off, now it sleeps through everything