Ancient Rome

We built that fucker stone by stone

Our fingers bled, our feet were worn

But we stayed strong and carried on



Come on in

Do you want to touch my bulbous head?

With features wrapped and stretched to death

A tiny nose is all that's left



This is not

For your entertainment



The land at the end of our toes

Goes on, and on, and on, and on

The sand at the core of our bones

It blows on, and on, and on, and on



The land at the end of our toes

Goes on, and on, and on, and on

The sand at the core of our bones

Continues on



The basement's gone

It seems they've dug up all our land

The world was lowered man by man

Let's move the sky and not join hands



Ancient Rome

We built that fucker stone by stone

Our fingers bled, our feet were worn

But we stayed strong and carried on



This is not

For your entertainment





The land at the end of our toes

Goes on, and on, and on, and on

The sand at the core of our bones

It blows on, and on, and on, and on



The land at the end of our toes

Goes on, and on, and on, and on

The sand at the core of our bones

Continues on



Life still sounds like balloons

You chew and you chew and chew

Your teeth crumble to the floor

It's where they lay, it's where they lay



The past never really dies

I don't think we even try

There's no difference from

Where we wake or where we die



Balloons

Balloons

Balloons

Balloons



The land at the end of our toes

Goes on, and on, and on, and on

The sand at the core of our bones

It blows on, and on, and on, and on



The land at the end of our toes

Goes on, and on, and on, and on

The sand at the core of our bones

Continues on