Not ahead, not in between History's running out of steam While we poison our own dreams Great dead men so far away Their atrocities their fame Nothing of our own to claim This is the end of looking back This is the chapter about what happens next We have no names You have no time You hold the pens But we're the ones who write Like a neverending road History's running much too slow The ticking bomb never explodes Great dead men so far away Their atrocities their fame Nothing of our own to claim This is the end of looking back This is the chapter about what happens next We have no names You have no time You hold the pens But we're the ones who write All the glories of the past Are remembered anyway In a room inside our minds Nothing of our own to say Gotta start a different story About what happens next Never to be told, because it never ends Use the sacred scrolls as fuel Breath air instead of dust Drop all the dead weight on our backs To the future... or bust! Use the sacred scrolls as fuel Breath air instead of dust Drop all the dead weight on our backs To the future... or bust! To the future... or bust!