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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