Caligula

You're glad you weren't there in 41 Yes, he terrorized his people And he made his horse a priest Now my empire is built each night And razed before each dawn I am living in the limestone I am happy underneath The half-life of my ruins Is told through iron teeth And maybe I could be another song in your rotation Yes, maybe I could be another song in your rotation In circular parade, glass faces smile You do not hold the rank to name my worth And muses are not columns But halls of empty arches It seems I'll never quell this immortal rhythm Our words fall into patterns Shaped from all the lives we've lived I sleep in fear and speak in memories There's glyphs under my skin And if linguists disagree I guess they've never read a book like me And maybe I could be another song in your rotation Yes, maybe I could be another song in your rotation