00:00In here, a room of glories, the blood and flesh of all my peers.
00:19Scribbled on the wall we are, another generation.
00:30Fighting through the whitewash, pushing further still, a reckless exploration.
00:46I painted all my insides out, for others to preside over.
00:57Late into the night, when a furious collision, we spill into the bedroom, while the canvases are stacked against their wishes.
01:20In the future, these will be the good old days.
01:29In the future, this will be history.
01:36Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
01:43Oh, oh.
01:48Oh.
01:53So we take the crock to heart
01:58though insistuous and selfish.
02:02Will it be the world we mold?
02:07We'll stay inside the ego moan.
02:12And who will be forgiven, tell me, who will be forgiven
02:24In the future, these will be the good old days
02:34In the future, this will be history
02:41History
02:50Ooh
03:41Ooh
03:50Ooh
03:59Ooh
04:07The empty studio waits
04:52In the future, these will be the good old days
05:01In the future, this will be history
05:10This will be history
05:19This will be history
05:27History
05:36This will be history
05:45Thank you
05:50Thank you
05:54Thank you
