The Louvre is on fire

London bridge has fallen

Call it what you want

The Greek tragedy of your choice

I can hear the gods pounding on my door

Violent, manipulative, lovely

Those knocks are not their heartbeats

They ask for my head on a silver platter

Pull my hair and shine a light

Make sure my soul is within

Forget my brain

This is all we ever were

This palace that I built

Doesn’t seem so regal

Now that I have you at the gates

But you burned me before

And you will once more

What I’m trying to say is

I do want it

But I don’t want you