The Vineyard Fire Watch where you dare cross the line, With bitter grapes for bitter wine. If you dare play the rich man’s game, You must be prepared to face the flames. With vineyard burning, Hopes to ash, This must be what they meant When they warned you You’d crash. Let go of your empire, Let go of your dreams, Because you slipped up And let them singe all the leaves. It’s so easy to lose What it took so long to build, With just one wrong move, You’ll destroy what you never willed. Remember that people will hurt you For the sake of good fun, And Rome wasn’t built in a day, But it sure burned in one.
