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