How times are changing
My life hath grown so dim
My wife is an adolescent boy
Castrated skin to skin
He stands in place of Sabina
My one time slave of love
I took him from a family house
And his mothers love
I came home from the races
The smell of wine of my breath
My empress came to me in rage
With a knife pressed to her breast
My heir inside the womans womb
The bloodline pessimus
In a rage I engage
And kick her to death
Ugh
Now the boy is standing
On the pulpit of a Goddess
Wearing my wife's clothes
But the crowd grow unimpressed
For fooled not be my people
Who genuflect at me
I feel as though my time has come
The incestuous spirit of mother
Haunts my morning mind
As the son arises
By a servant I will die
I will ask him to kill me
So I control my fate
Let the senate know
That they're slow and the are too late
And my minds made up, I now seek death
For changing seasons bring more unrest
This is my manic euthanasia
This is my manic euthanasia
This is my manic euthanasia