Out of what has gone before br We hang by threads of destiny; br Too late to change or to restore? br br Each blemish serves to underscore br That judgement will come certainly br Out of what has gone before. br br Quartered in some secret store br Rots each close discrepency; br Too late to change or to restore. br br Our quiddity, our very core br Is weighed and measured constantly br Out of what has gone before. br br What's life, but having to explore br What's past, and that it need not be br Too late to change or to restore. br br Abjure all things that we abhor, br Expel venal vanity br Out of what has gone before.