This is some obscure concept artwork revolving around the hearth of the Roman fire goddess, Vesta. The eternal flame, residing in her hearth appears to have th
You face the fire, little daughter
Lest you fall on your own
So please direct all your attention to the center of all
This is a wake-up romance - Bend to the front
Come out and see if the flame's getting hotter or not
Young centipede, Train of thought
Let it circle the fit
A power-play to the daze of this scarlet lip
It was a game, was a fraction of a vanity slip
Now come around, come alive with the rest of it
Oh ya--
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And the strains of proof collect at the door
It is my turn
It is my love
It is my turn
It is my love
If the taste of the wrong ground
Rips me to pieces
I won't know what to do
But I want to find you
And I want to feel you
I send this prayer to you
You face the fire, little daughter
Lest you fall on your own
So please direct all your attention to the center of all
This is a wake-up romance - Bend to the front
Come out and see if the flame's getting hotter or not
Young centipede, Train of thought
Let it circle the fit
A power-play to the daze of this scarlet lip
It was a game, was a fraction of a vanity slip
Now come around, come alive with the rest of it
Oh ya--
Roooar--roar.
