Lyrics of Nero's fiddle

Clutch

pochette album Nero's fiddle
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Release date : 12/05/2009

Duration : 0:03:31

Style : Heavy Metal



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Sick though it may seemit 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

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