Suitors line up
At the gates of your villa
And I am definite damage
You aren't what the weak seek
And it is my good conduct I repent
Onward we go
Through cool rain and snow
It don't matter in the dead of winter
I was lost tonight, but now I think I'm fine
I am your mother
Relapsing again
So in remission
(like a cancer patient)
Send my lovechild
To the golden gate bridge
And feed him with your likeness
Like his father couldn't
We're all on fire!
Whether we like it or not
There is no middle ground
Just fire