Broken buildings watching over flooded streets where nothing moves Shelters for the vultures hardly keeping daylight out Marble stained with rust, faded paintings on the walls Beaten towers crumble, haunted only by the wind
I will live forever No angels left to hold me I will be the final man
Picking up the given challenge of the fallen gargoyle angels Headed on collision course with martyrs tied as fenders Driving like a mad dog going faster than a bullet Pulled by gravitation from a million tons of stone
Human insects lived here crawling through the underground Beehive built in stainless, a cathedral for the slaves Spineless cowards guided by ideals they couldn't grasp Giving up their freedom in the hope of being chosen
I will live forever No angels left to hold me I will be the final man
In the twilight grows the shadow's hollow hands that tries to catch me Omens can not stop me because all the prophets died Like the ancient temples their monuments survived them Speeding through the ruins I left their bridges burning
I will live forever No angels left to hold me I will be the final man