كلمات It's History

Reach point pointless The cliff stripped bare False fall is coming on Taste to open doors in space Let it go, your disgrace Happy lifeless flowers touch No water left to nourish it Dried elastic plastic fuel To know what i've done to you Deceit lied waste inches, time To think or feeling gray "I looked up to you, You looked down on me - that's nothing new It's history..." The flood, the blood to drown within Forget it all again The whistle snakes like crafty fingers Letters reaching left unread Rippled life affect detected Whispers thinning out the pack The puppet dances, whispering Calling boxed in need of distance Peoples, places closing in The magnet magnet