Last Days Of Rome Songtext
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These words softly spoken into an empire's ear
These days are on fire
These days are on fire
In the last days of Rome
We live under a hanging cloud
And we come up short but these roads take us anywhere past
Words screamed from atop a precipice to a waiting populace
These days are on fire
These days are on fire
In the last days of Rome
We live under a hanging cloud
And we come up short but these roads take us anywhere past
Words screamed from atop a precipice to a waiting populace
These days are on fire
These days are on fire
In the last days of Rome (all I see is badlands)
We live under a hanging cloud
Past the badlands past the blight there is a spot of good fortune
These days won't mean a thing past
(Grab the plowshares. Turn them to swords)
Past the badlands
Past the blight
Still breathing after the worst has left us
These days never meant a thing
And we come up short
But we come up with something
At least so far.
These days are on fire
In the last days of Rome (all I see is badlands)
We live under a hanging cloud
Past the badlands past the blight there is a spot of good fortune
These days won't mean a thing past
(Grab the plowshares. Turn them to swords)
Past the badlands
Past the blight
Still breathing after the worst has left us
These days never meant a thing
And we come up short
But we come up with something
At least so far.
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