I don’t want to die 
 to dive into the sea 
 where no one will ever find me, find me 
 mayday, mayday! 
 death needs a surgeon 
 undress me and 
 lighten my burden 
 oh, i’m still waiting for you [bad word] back 
 from rome 
 from the ashes of rome  [bad word] back 
 bring the children home 
 you know we are all alone 
 in a flooded dome 
 i don’t want to feel 
 i don’t want to fear 
 i don’t want to know that the end is near 
 tell me it’s over 
 tell me it won’t linger 
 bend me over 
 and separate my fingers 
 oh, i’m still waiting for you [bad word] back 
 from rome 
 (winter [bad word]  
 from the ashes of rome  [bad word] back 
 (we will know that it was friendly fire 
 and say that jesus was a liar) 
 bring the children home 
 you know we are all alone 
 in a flooded dome 
 tell it like it is 
 tell me slowly 
 like a [bad word] story 
 tell it like it is 
 the king is dead, he’s gone 
 let the gasoline flow 
 let the locusts follow 
 open the gates 
 evaporate 
 black bodies 
 black hollows