• Enriched, gracious
    like the city of Rome
    they go to their den.
    Just to play their mindless war.

    The walls are painted
    black and blue.
    The floor is flooded
    with
    their tears!

    They die
    they burn
    they scream our names.
    We cry
    we scorn
    these stupid games.

    They look down at us and
    grin
    at our
    saddened faces.
    They look up at them and
    laugh
    at their
    grieving poses.

    The world is turning
    black and red.
    Our eyes are raining
    death and dread.

    They die
    they burn
    they scream our names.
    We cry
    we scorn
    these stupid games.

    The rain is
    like bricks
    on your wounds.
    Your blood is
    like spit
    in their eyes.

    They laugh
    they swat
    at our needs.
    We snap
    we fall
    to their deeds.

    They die
    they burn
    they scream our names.
    We cry
    we scorn
    these stupid games!

    Oh, why have we fallen?
    Oh, why had they lied?
    Oh, why, oh why, oh
    do they enjoy
    stepping on
    their own kind
    just for their
    petty ambition?

    Cry, cry, cry
    like the clouds in the sky.
    Yell, yell, yell
    like the soldier who fell.
    We fell to their lies,
    they forsake our every lives.

    They lie
    they cry
    when the money is all gone!
    We laugh,
    we dance,
    when this game is done!