King of Rome

He doesn't really mean it He doesn't understand Stagnating in pressure He doesn't lift a hand Black setting, death running Is he supposed to live? You must have known his Experiment I've got this metal It stays in time Part of a program Part of a fine They kept it going They set it big Inside the monkey As a horse appears How long will we? How long will we? I don't want my screaming For the hippie crew Standing on your vision Nothing left to do I wish that you'd walk in That TV made I never learned in One master take Go down sooner I'll throw it then Behind nobody They'll disappear So warm and welcome So vile, alive I never learned it I run in life How long will we? How long will we?