Lyrics
let's pretend. you be nero. there is rome. here is a fiddle. this is me, dancing.
-"when will the joy return to your face?"
-"some have spines, some don't. would fabrication be better than none?"
-(fallen measure)
-"how do you want me to answer that one?... i pick these scabs merely to see if they will bleed. and they aren't. or won't."
coming at me wearing a mask and a gown, i asked "what are you supposed to be?" you said, "honestly, i don't know." "just give me a reason to wear this skin", was all i could say.
you be nero. there is rome. here is a fiddle. this is me, dancing... dancing, in our flames.
what's done is done, it's in the past. history, as they say. the ink is permanent, just as this past. faded a little, but that's the best we can hope for.... i'll just impale myself with this pen.
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