Runnin' out of medicine You're worse than you've ever been

In recent months, Geta's pride had grown to proportions that worried the senate. No longer believing he could channel the gods, he believed he was a god. That he is a god. It was a concerning concept from the mouth of the Emperor. Though most brushed it off as some form of unhinged drabble from a madman, the senate sought help from outside sources.

You're so tortured when you sleep Plagued with all your memories-

Meanwhile, Geta grew restless in his sleep patterns. Something that did little to quell his growing psychopathy. The senate had requested a healer, someone who dabbled in spiritual healing over everything else. They had brought the healer forth for Geta to assess him. Though the healer had other plans.

You'll reach out and no one's there Like a god without a prayer

This was a chance to discover the weaknesses of the tyrannical Emperors that were causing cracks in the very foundation of Rome. Day by day, their rule chipping away at what little reliability the empire had. With that, the healer decided to approach Geta with a kindness and tenderness that belied the plan behind it. But in closed chambers, the healer was much more.. seductive.

"If you were a sinner, I can make you believe.. I can cure your disease."