[Verse 1: Dan]

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

[Chorus]

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?

[Verse 2: Tim]

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

[Chorus]

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

Too many accidents

This is fate, this is fate

Too many accidents

This is fate, this is fate

Too many accidents

This is fate, this is fate