paroles de chanson Nero's Fiddle - Clutch

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
Burn, burn
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