Vagabonds - Undone

Nero danced the day that Rome burned
Fiddle in his hands
Wreath upon his head

The devil grinned with glee
When his contender's cut dripped water
Fateful day on Calvary

And lowly we've come
Bathed in mucous
Softest tissues soaked in blood

Empty empires we erect
In the name of us
Still in the flames we come undone

We put out fires we set ourselves
To prove to one and all we still are gods
Who give and take away
What we believe is ours
To treat in such a way

Though lowly we've come
Bathed in mucous
Softest tissues soaked in blood

Empty empires we erect
In the name of us
Still in the flames we come undone

In the flames we come undone

Written by:
Luke Dean

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