At the end of history we let go of man's memory Closed the garbage factory, cleaned the filthy sensory I shook the dead hand of the past, haunted by the future forecast When you look up at a star, know it's dead and not too far from dead sh** like common dreams, fits right in with common themes Threw up, cleaned up, put on makeup Now you think you are all grown up? At the end of history there's a new beginning We burnt the crematory, right along with old glory Laughed at pre-history and then wrote a new story