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!