Tasteful reminiscence
Of a rolled raw power
That calls me forward
To taste the object of my desire
Even though its power burns my mouth
I can't resist
And my helpless weakness gives in
As it pulls me closer
Again and Again
Finding that resistance is no use
I pick up my sticks
And fight for my fountain of youth
At last victory is mine
I dip into my glory
And the feeling of heaven engulfs me
Until I feel the burning of fire
Knowing that I had given in
To the tasteful reminiscence
Of a rolled raw power
