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 tonnes 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      in the twilight grows the shadows hollow hand that tries to catch me   omens can not stop me because all the prophets died   like the ancient temples their monument survived them   speeding through the ruins i left the bridges burning