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Seneca, tell me, can an emperor be an actor?
But I love it, music is the way to the soul
It gives me freedom from this prison
It makes me fly to the world
The plebs, they love me
They want to hear me sing

These rich filthy animals
These so called senators
They repel me
They want to see me lay in a pool of blood, my blood

I Nero will skin them alive
And feed them to their wives
Oh can you hear the scrеams of anguish
Hear them perish

I'll wеar their faces at the gatherings
I'll dance with their bodies and play music with their bones
An ever flowing stream of blood, as I dine in laughter

Come forth, kneel before me, I am the emperor
I will not be merciful, Piso, here is the knife
Plunge it in your soul
Die, traitor, die

I'll wear their faces at the gatherings
I'll dance with their bodies and play music with their bones
An ever-flowing stream of blood, as I dine in laughter

I am the son of the deified
And you shall feel my wrath

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