Some are born without a purpose Other than prolonged demise in ornate ways Most of the time it's pathetic, quick and useless And good neighbours don't bother digging up the graves It's rows upon rows of kings, whores and pawns And the storm is rolling The vengeful and the bitter reach out for their fix Rebels never realized that their angst was a mockery Every empire Every nation Every tribe Thought it would end In a bit more decent way It is an unlikely alliance of assorted failures Various degrees of deceit, doomsday prophets The clenched teeth, the vinegar down the veins A stylish pit right next to Judas, Brutus and Cassius Every empire Every nation Every tribe Thought it would end In a bit more decent way Every prophet Every ruler Every seer Will chew on this ruin And repeat ad nauseam