I could eat a mountain of your shit
If I thought that it would make a man of me
But just like the orphans found at pallatine
I could never leave that cave inside of me
Searching across the bare horizon
To find that city of your own
Build it for yourself
Drifting just like the river Tiber
Back to the place you left behind
Back there, among those seven hills
That river is where you've always been