Been made to plan, I cannot be made to laugh. For in life, as in death, I'd rather be burned than be living in debt. Vesuvius, the symbols of light, In your breast, I carry the form. The heart of the earth and the weapons of warmth. For you have destroyed, With the elegant smoke. Oracle, I've fallen at last. But they were the feast of a permanent blast. Oh, be kind, It hasn't occurred, it hasn't been said, Follow the path, follow your heart, fall on me now.
