
NERO (single version) Lyrics
- Genre:Electronic
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
(Stand up)
Agrippina said!
(You've got to manage)
I will show no sympathy
(I won't sympathize)
Not anymore
(Anymore)
And if Seneca complains
Once more
You'll meet an army of me!
I bow to no king
For I am the Emperor
Leave me be
I'm the last Julio-Claudian
You cannot stop my wants
You live to my desire
Mother stopped being useful
I sent her on a vessel
But when she made it back
She said
Stab me here, where the monster had been nurtured
So you bet
I'm fucking terrible
A blood lust maniac
But what I bet you didn't know is I'm beloved in the empire
Not by the senate
Not by system
I came here to break it
Came here to rebrand it
When my wrath ignites
Christians say "Lord! He's the antichrist!"
You got that one thing right
But allow me to debunk
I never fiddled while Rome burned
Damn, I wasn't even home
Yet these fucking catellea tryna rewrite history
Say I scorched my own home?!
Bitch, I rebuilt all the streets
Better thank your Emperor
Before I leave for Greece and indulge in true artistry
(Stand up)
Agrippina said!
(You've got to manage)
I will show no sympathy
(I won't sympathize)
Not anymore
(Anymore)
And if Seneca complains
Once more
You'll meet an army of me!
I bow to no king
For I'm the Emperor
Leave me be
I have no friend nor foe
Sadly I carry a deep regret
And way too many questions
WHY DID I KILL POPPAEA?
WHY DIDN'T I STOP THEN?
It's hereditary malice
HELP
HELP
SOMEBODY
KILL ME
KILL ME!
And if Seneca complains
Once more
You'll meet an army of me!
I bow to no king
For I am the Emperor
Fuck this empty palace
And fuck this empty reign
I'm leaving
I'm fleeing
I'm going to the east
And I will free the slaves
Just so they come with me
In paranoid mumbles, I say
Oh, what and artist dies in me
When I hear the soldiers marching
I beg the slave to kill me
But he is too damn weak
So I grab the knife myself
Slice my own throat
No more fear of death
Gasping my last breath
The guards arrive upon me
And I grin to them
HA-HA
You are too late