The Ants Will Eat Rome

The ants will eat Rome

It has been said before

Oh destiny of this, robbed of everything

Divvied up like thieves, the treasure of night and day

Here: the coliseum is done digesting the town of Push and Pull

There: the shit-out monsters it made us feel to begin with

The ants will eat Rome

It has been said before

Oh destiny of this, perhaps no stranger than our own

Ruled by the gods of ghosts, we sharpen steel they sell us stone

Here: years later now the coliseum is done devouring its own shit

There: the dust of Push and Pull begins to catch the wind

Real cannot be consumed

These are the stars, the moon

The market of destiny

The polar base colony

Oh destiny of this, make no mistakes

Speaking of meaningless, you're what I never want to be

There: a hollow statue shaped of mirror by the hands I've always hated

Here: you look like me, but I still don't understand your fucking words

Real cannot be consumed

These are the stars, the moon

The market of destiny, the planets, the galaxies

The celebration of burning bridges, of knives aimed and waiting

The rhythm of midnight, where the stolen eyes of skulls have the upper hand

The ants will eat Rome

It has been said before

I will kill me, feel alien once again, alive, and return to Push and Pull

Where the words that can be sold but never bought

Will bring the future dragging itself

Tamed, strengthless, completely covered by ants

It has been said and we survivors know - listen, do you hear that?

There's a hell of universe next door

Let's go!