And in the end our effort Is water washing on a stone Tearing away, bit by chip History moves so fucking slow It moves so slow But it moves...
Build yourself an anger battery To store all of your precious energy Needing every single bit so we Can wash that rock again
Come back again To wear it down Anger battery
There were times when our tides felt high That we might sweep, surround and win Just remember that in the despair of the later ebbs That we can make it happen again