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 sh**-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 sh** 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 f**ing 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 k** 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!