La meretrice che mai da l'ospizio‏ / The courtesan who never from the dwelling
di Cesare non torse li occhi putti, / Of Caesar turned aside her strumpet eyes,
morte comune e de le corti vizio, / Death universal and the vice of courts,

infiammò contra me li animi tutti; / Inflamed against me all the other minds,
e li 'nfiammati infiammar sì Augusto, / And they, inflamed, did so inflame Augustus,
che ' lieti onor tornaro in tristi lutti / That my glad honours turned to dismal mournings.

L'animo mio, per disdegnoso gusto, / My spirit, in disdainful exultation,
credendo col morir fuggir disdegno, / Thinking by dying to escape disdain,
ingiusto fece me contra me giusto / Made me unjust against myself, the just.

Per le nove radici d'esto legno / I, by the roots unwonted of this wood,
vi giuro che già mai non ruppi fede / Do swear to you that never broke I faith
al mio segnor, che fu d'onor sì degno / Unto my lord, who was so worthy of honour;

E se di voi alcun nel mondo riede, / And to the world if one of you return,
conforti la memoria mia, che giace / Let him my memory comfort, which is lying
ancor del colpo che 'nvidia le diede» / Still prostrate from the blow that envy dealt it.”/

Burning crosses on a ♥♥♥♥♥'s lawn
Burning dollars, what's a house without a home?
Dance in your white sheet glory
Dance in your unsung story

Sink your fangs into the dawn of the earth
Liberate it by the choice of rebirth
Dance in your bleeding passion
Dance in the violent passion

I know, these streams of red
Expel my sprit from my body to the atmosphere
I look to angels for my pleasures, they deserving it
So watch them shine off endorphins like they're luminant
Evaporate, my friend

These people only fabricate the change they wanna see
These people only recreate the dude they wanna be
I think that here and then
Not that I'm anywhere
Not that I'm anywhere
Not that I'm anywhere