Vesuvius

Vesuvius, I am here
You are all I have
Fire of fire, I’m insecure
For it has all been made to plan
Though I know I will fail
I cannot be made to laugh
For in life as in death
I’d rather be burned than be living in debt
Vesuvius, are you ghost?
Or the symbols of light? Or of fantasy host?
In your breast I carry the form
The heart of the earth and the weapons of warmth
Vesuvius, the tragic oath
For you have destroyed the elegant smoke
Oracle, I fought him at last
They were the feast of a permanent blast
Vesuvius, oh be kind
It hasn’t occurred, no it hasn’t been said
Sufjan, follow the path
It leads to an article of eminent death
Sufjan, follow your heart
Follow the flame, or fall on the floor
Sufjan, the panic inside
The murdering ghost that you cannot ignore
Vesuvius, fire of fire
Follow me now, as I favor the host
Vesuvius, fire of fire
Follow me now, as I favor the ghost
Follow me now, or follow me down
Why does it have to be so hard?