An-

cient

Rome

We

built

that

fuc-

ker

stone

by

stone

Our

fin-

gers

bled,

our

feet

were

worn

But

we

stayed

strong

and

car-

ried

on

Come

on

in

Do'you

want

to

touch

my

bul-

bous

head?

With

fea-

tures

wrapped

and

stretched

to

death

A

ti-

ny

nose

is

all

that's

left

This

is

not

For

your

en-

ter-

tain-

ment

The

land

at

the

end

of

our

toes

The

sand

at

the

core

of

our

bones

The

land

at

the

end

of

our

toes

The

sand

at

the

core

of

our

bones

Con-

tin-

ues

on

The

base-

ment's

gone

It

seems

they've

dug

up

all

our

land

The

world

was

low-

ered

man

by

man

Let's

move

the

sky

and

not

join

hands

An-

cient

Rome

We

built

that

fuc-

ker

stone

by

stone

Our

fin-

gers

bled,

our

feet

were

worn

But

we

stayed

strong

and

car-

ried

on

This

is

not

For

your

en-

ter-

tain-

ment

The

land

at

the

end

of

our

toes

The

sand

at

the

core

of

our

bones

The

land

at

the

end

of

our

toes

The

sand

at

the

core

of

our

bones

Con-

tin-

ues

on

Life

still

sounds

like

bal-

loons

You

chew

and

you

chew

and

chew

Your

teeth

crum-

ble

to

the

floor

It's

where

they

lay,

it's

where

they

lay

The

past

ne-

ver

real-

ly

dies

I

don't

think

we

ev-

en

try

There's

no

diff-

er-

ence

from

Where

we

wake

or

where

we

die

Bal-

lo-

o-

ns

Bal-

lo-

o-

ns

Bal-

lo-

o-

ns

The

land

at

the

end

of

our

toes

The

sand

at

the

core

of

our

bones

The

land

at

the

end

of

our

toes

The

sand

at

the

core

of

our

bones

Con-

tin-

ues

on