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
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
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