A Place to call Rome

Land of the free

Home of the brave

Streets paved in gold

A place to call home

Built by our fathers fathers

Now farther and farther 

We fall from our fathers

Intentions and dreams

Crushed by methodical sceames

In the blink of an eye

We watch our dreams

Taught to us by particle beams

Intentions fall far from the scene

Run rampid on our leaders dreams

Masses watch and only talk

On promises long lost and forgot

Let us all go

To the land of the few

Who are no longer true

To the home of the slave

Walking on streets paved in shame

To a place to call Rome

We are no longer home