[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