Wine, wine, wine, everywhere
But not a single drop in sight
Of the fluid that flows in the veins of the gods
All of the water has been turned into wine
Wine, wine, wine, everywhere
To be drunk when the end comes
To be too numb to feel the guilt of our mindless pursuit
Wine, wine, wine, until we are no more but forgotten specks of dust in the expanse, a planet gone too soon.
