Last Days Of Rome - Daytrader

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