♪ Ooh, fuck the ancient ways They are here to push on the flame Ooh, God the time won't see They are still coming to blaze the street And this ancient city feels like a small blank plate And we take them all This ancient shape of my soul Become beautifully bound to the ground Ooh, fuck the ancient ways They are ringing doorbells right in my waist And this ancient city feeds on the smell And our names enterprise in horizon But beneath this empire grows every staged realization To be beaten by the weight of it They are to be beaten by the wolves at the station Come be people and enjoy our power And we change with your blood at the station This city sees us all like flames And we take them all At the station We'll be beaten by the weight of it They are beaten by the wolves at the station Should we see them for the sake of it May we greet them right away