Текст песни Nero's Fiddle

Sick though it may seem
It has always been a dream

Of mine to watch you drop

Like one million freezing flies
Psychopathic my mathematic

Always sums to zero
Population, your equation always equal hero

Burn, burn

So the fruits of your labours

Have fermented into wine

And the sweat that you dripped
Is now the honey of the hive
The city is a burning sun

And I a blooming flower
The fire, the flame
The passion, the power

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And you, your kindling, innocent
The fruits of your labours
Have fermented into wine

And the sweat that you dripped
Is now the honey of the hive

The city is a burning sun

And I a blooming flower
The fire, the flame

The passion, the power

Burn, burn

The fire, the flame

The passion, the power

The fire, the flame

The passion, the power