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Please, what happened to the flame?
(It burned down the sides)
With a fondness for cooking history, revealing thoughts of Ms Terri.
In the heat of the night, a woman wealthy of a parous plight erased a harlots life.
Plagued by practical and a mercenary lust they tear at her skin
(The trouble began, it would never end)
Clawing at her throat with a smell of desperate and a lack of regret
(The trouble began, it would never end)
Free, pardoned by the flame.
(That burned down the sides)
Her feet began to bleed between the seams, but she persisted to the streets.
In the heat of the night, the river rendered the chance she surely needs to stay alive.
Plagued by practical and a mercenary lust they tear at her skin
(The trouble began, it would never end)
Clawing at her throat with a smell of desperate and a lack of regret
(The trouble began, it would never end)
Oh, but her breath escapes her.
Oh, but the pulse remains.
Oh, but her breath escapes her.
Oh, but her pulse remains.
Places, People, the stage is set
(X2)
Plagued by practical and a mercenary lust they tear at her skin
(The trouble began, it would never end)
Clawing at her throat with a smell of desperate and a lack of regret
(The trouble began, it would never end)
(X2)
(It burned down the sides)
With a fondness for cooking history, revealing thoughts of Ms Terri.
In the heat of the night, a woman wealthy of a parous plight erased a harlots life.
Plagued by practical and a mercenary lust they tear at her skin
(The trouble began, it would never end)
Clawing at her throat with a smell of desperate and a lack of regret
(The trouble began, it would never end)
Free, pardoned by the flame.
(That burned down the sides)
Her feet began to bleed between the seams, but she persisted to the streets.
In the heat of the night, the river rendered the chance she surely needs to stay alive.
Plagued by practical and a mercenary lust they tear at her skin
(The trouble began, it would never end)
Clawing at her throat with a smell of desperate and a lack of regret
(The trouble began, it would never end)
Oh, but her breath escapes her.
Oh, but the pulse remains.
Oh, but her breath escapes her.
Oh, but her pulse remains.
Places, People, the stage is set
(X2)
Plagued by practical and a mercenary lust they tear at her skin
(The trouble began, it would never end)
Clawing at her throat with a smell of desperate and a lack of regret
(The trouble began, it would never end)
(X2)
Lyrics submitted by roflblah
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no, im pretty sure this song is merely about her life as a prostitute.
battesimo del fuoco is the childs birth "to cast her back to hell again".. she can now continue to work the streets.
i used to think that this was when the child found out that his mom was a prostitute, untill casey told me that he doesnt find that out untill the 2nd half of the 2nd album.
im pretty sure this is just a discription and a hint towards us as the listeners that she is a prostitute... but is still hidden to her child.