Final Man

Broken buildings watching over flooded streets where nothing moves
Shelters for the vultures hardly keeping daylight out
Marble stained with rust faded paintings on the walls
Beaten towers crumble haunted only by the windI will live forever no angels left to hold me
I will be the final manPicking up the given challenge of the fallen gargoyle angels
Headed on collision course with martyrs tied as fenders
Driving like a mad dog going faster than a bullet
Pulled by gravitation from a million tonnes of stoneHuman insects lived here crawling through the underground
Beehive built in stainless a cathedral for the slaves
Spineless cowards guided by ideals they couldn't grasp
Giving up their freedom in the hope of being chosen