Original lyrics

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All I watch is Rome, on the History channel We great fallers, yeah, we have to stick together By the time I wake up, half the day has come and gone There's nothing left to talk about, because it's all been done You must be the Visigoths, though I shoulda known What am I supposed to do when you stop sacking Rome? Stuck on Morbid Angel, riding out these empty days I'll make my break from Babylon soon Abandoned in the absentees, I'm on my way with headphones on Sincerely wishing you the worst Defeating disappointment, I'm getting good at this There's nothing left to talk about, because it's all been done You must be the Visigoths, well you know I shoulda known What am I supposed to do when you stop sacking Rome? Too many accidents This is fate, this is fate (Go ahead and torch Zion tonight) Too many accidents (Deep down you'll always know I'm right) This is fate, this is fate (Go ahead and make my day) Too many accidents (Deep down you'll always know I'm right) This is fate, this is fate (Go ahead and make my day) Too many accidents This is fate, this is fate