The mystery of history
Is nothing but mythology
Like culture and society
It all adds up to lies to me
And why, you see, I feel this way
Has got to do with deep dismay
At humans in these fading days
Forgetting all their yesterdays
That's why I do not sleep in bed
But chase round mental ghosts instead
Who play their games inside my head
Who'll never leave until I'm dead
But these shadows are not my curse
My real foes are even worse
They're coming for me in a hearse
Because I hissed their names in verse
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