Kali Yuga Über Alles Rome

[Spoken]
One of the saddest things about the modern world is that people live in a tiny time slice which they carry forward with them. Nothing remains. The centuries to them are completely dark. Just un-illumined corridors through which they stagger into a single little sliver of light

[Spoken]
Every great civilization has a record of a period of a golden age, when there was no war, no dispute, no lying

[Verse 1]
It's not by shunning darkness that you'll know light
Not holy fields of wood alive, of stone alive
And up in the rooms of your barren house
You're reassembling language to keep realities out

[Verse 2]
I know your credentials, and I know you'll tell
In this game of reeds, in the logic of the spell
My burning attachment to contingencies
For who wills the end, may will the means

[Chorus]
When it's only fools and firebrand
(Kali Yuga, über alles)
The books of law in the arsonist's hands
(Kali Yuga, über alles)
Pretend to know me, and I'll pretend to care
(Kali Yuga, über alles)
And nothing lasts, that hesitates out there