The wind will wither it,
The fire will burn it down,
The rain will drown it,
The earth will bury it underground.

The elements will protect,
Their only home.
**** the disease,
That condemns our dome.

I'll wish you no luck,
You have ate more then your share.
And when I told you to stop,
You said you didn't care.

No matter how hard you push,
You'll never be able to resist her pull.
As long as you have loved here,
You are tied,
A docked boat,
That can't fully stray.