Nero danced the day that Rome burned
Fiddle in his hands
Wreath upon his head
The devil grinned with glee
When his contender's cut dripped water
Fateful day on Calvary
And lowly we've come
Bathed in mucous
Softest tissues soaked in blood
Empty empires we erect
In the name of us
Still in the flames we come undone
We put out fires we set ourselves
To prove to one and all we still are gods
Who give and take away
What we believe is ours
To treat in such a way
Though lowly we've come
Bathed in mucous
Softest tissues soaked in blood
Empty empires we erect
In the name of us
Still in the flames we come undone
In the flames we come undone