Letra de 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

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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