Everything Has A History Lyrics

Cat On Form

A simple mistake: find someone to blame
All they fomulate melts into the air
Decentre yourself, react and apply
Process is defined, purpose is defined
Last thing we learn strikes true to our hearts
That we can define the truth in our art
These things move much to slowly, these things move much too fast
How can we hope to understand if we ignore our past?
So fuck you, he's got his left arm hanging
Rub out, fuck you