Nero

(Paranoia is my fuel)

I see them laugh at me

Behind my back

I turn and make a fist

And vow attack

I take names, make lists

I don’t ever seem to lack

A list of my enemies

Who I will drag

Behind my chariot

In chains and rags

Through these dirty streets

And rocks that jag

Their wills will be broken

As their bones too shall be

I will kill them all until

There are only people left who love me

Yet I fear they are all out to get me

They try day and night to upset me

With demands and petitions they make to me

They build me up into a god

And then they wait on me

To perform miracles

To cure their ills

When I can’t breathe

And I want to kill

Them

All.