My dear friends, Romans, countrymen.
Let me get your eardrums and the mind’s inside the head they’re in.
Everything in life moves in cycles like the passing seasons, so there’s never
nothing new under the God made sun just for that very reason.
So take that word, cuz what you heard is worth a thousand words.
You can put it in your mind’s back door then blow that dro slow, let it churn.
Like the world can’t crash and burn…
Like it’s never gonna be our turn…
Talkin' about giving a whole new meaning to the old school phrase «You live, you learn».
Cuz we keep living like we’re in control.
Like it’s a given that it can’t explode…
Heads high like the day before the fall of Rome.
Empires rise.
Empires fall.
There’s division inside of these walls.
I’m dressed for the ball and I’m ready for the fall of Rome.
Cuz kings thrive and kings die.
Ain’t no escaping the circle of life, I’m praying for the best but I’m waiting
for the fall of Rome.
Open up your brain homez, this shit’s no mystery…
Man stays so obsessed to progress, always thinking he’s above his history.
Like a fly in the worldwide web, spoon-fed by our technology…
keep it real cuz, you don’t even know nobody that could make it in the 19th
century.
So what happens when circuit breaks and worlds collide with lightening forces?
We gotta go back to riding horses and trade in cash for natural resources…
No GPS, you gotta look to the stars, but you don’t even know where the north
stars are…
Looking back on the fact we done got so far, keeps reminding me we could never
find our start.
Cuz we’re so stubborn, thinking we’re in control, like a government ain’t
fallen before…
Heads high like the day before the fall of Rome.
Empires rise.
Empires fall.
There’s division inside of these walls.
I’m dressed for the ball and I’m ready for the fall of Rome.
Cuz kings thrive and kings die.
Ain’t no escaping the circle of life, I’m praying for the best but I’m waiting
for the fall of Rome.
Like a walk along wire in a royal stance, just a foot behind a vagabond that
wants to dance…
you know you’re both going down in the end.
Like a bullet down the barrel of tomorrow’s gun, history shows there’s nothing
new under the setting sun.
Sooner or later it’s gonna go down again.
But we’re so happy thinking we’re in control, like the world that we know ain’t
never gon' fold…
Heads high like the day before the fall of Rome.