Five

What an artist the world loses in me

I don't want to trade my song for gold

This city is my love, but I'll burn it to the ground

I don't want to be the one to burn Rome

 

I'm a paradox, everything that I am not

I don't want to keep the audience captive

There is such a fine line between humane and insane

But I know these city walls can trap them

 

Never in a lifetime will I cry for redemption!

Even if the walls burn to the ground

Raise an empire to destroy it with persecution

Over again, to hear my own sound

This city shakes in my honor

 

Would I fiddle as this city burned?

Oh the mother of all destruction

pay for assassination in my own failures

How could that form any institution?

 

Never in a lifetime will I cry for redemption!

Even if the walls burn to the ground

Raise an empire to destroy it with persecution

Over again, to hear my own sound

This city shakes in my honor

 

I'll destroy myself before you can

poison the poisonous, then you'll see

I'll destroy myself before you can

Oh, what an artist the world loses in me

Reviews

[Legion]

Sabre rattling within one's self. An interesting piece of work. I found it captivating. Kudos.