Two liars lying on top of the skin Both justifying the state that they're in The story's over Before it even starts You don't let anyone dictate to you But you don't think of the things that you do The secret masters That live inside your heart The map you're drawing is way out of date The life you're living is writing your fate The message given, s'pos'd to wake you up And if the vision is not what it seems Even the idiot has idiot dreams You caught me laughing Or was it throwing up? So as a snowflake you think that it's harsh Just quit your whining and get off your arse The moment's coming And then the moment's gone Your comfort follows the pint that's been poured Until you break things and say that you're bored Just like the Romans Gone like the Roman gods Like them – You're gone!