Million Dead - Carthago Est Delenda

To Carthage then I came
As a young boy lost in the promise of
The steady beating heart
Of the metropolis
But I spent so long beneath
The dim street lighting that
I strained my eyes and
Lost the finesse of my fine hand writing
It's not like I need it these days
My letters home have been getting shorter
I can't concentrate if
I can't secure a source of clean water
But there's never a drop to drink
In these concrete furrows
My anger is Vesuvius casting its shadow
I spent so long walking across bridges
Failing to appreciate
The sweating rivers flow escaping
Leaving the city streets
Tinderbox dry and its oh so tempting
My fatigue is San Andreas
Shuddering slow
I mark my lintel with bloodstains
And dream of suburbs up in flames
Every evening when I arrive
Back at home
And finally lock my front door
Carthagio Est Delenda
And the pavements are
Beaches once more
The alarm wakes me
The concrete is back in its place
As I trudge through the streets
At the break of day
It's the river that calls me away
The river flows outside of town
If I could follow it to the sea
I'd wash the sweat right off of me
So break my legs and weigh me down
Throw me in, but I won't drown
I'll float away, go down the stream
The river leads outside the city