You filled the cup, you warmed the bed. The heart was still, the flesh was fed. I'm grateful, though I didn't say then. Don't call again. If all roads lead to Rome God help us all when Rome starts to fall. Mother, mother: is this what you raised us for? This? Nothing more? Does love have any other name than a wolf's game? If all roads lead to Rome God help us all. All roads lead to Rome: God help us all when Rome starts to fall.