History is just beginning
It's like leaves creating a canopy
And, woven in the tapestry, my testimony
A ceremony of souls,
A symphony of sounds of sounds and forms
A cacophony
I'll keep that energy
I'll keep that energy flowing through
The whole range of me
So you can focus on the rage in me
And my obituary?
Well, I'm re-writing it every second,
Every century
Well, I'm re-writing it
History is just beginning
