Ever I ask
Who are the gods?
What are they then
If not tricksters and frauds?
They sit comfortably
Watching up high,
They sit comfortably
Watching us die.
Power corrupts
The heart and soul,
Power corrupts
The gods as a whole.
Why wait to see
If Medusa would die,
When you could send Perseus
To kill and then fly.
Why kill the minotaur
When you could prevent it too,
Just don't send the boar
And change all we knew.
Heracles the great,
Heracles the brave,
Heracles the cowardly
Saved from the grave.
Why be jealous
When you control love,
Aphrodite the stupid,
You could kill from above.
Don't send Cupid,
Don't send a god,
Give Psyche a relationship
So monstrous, so flawed.
How was he wrong,
Prometheus too,
Stealing gods' fire,
For mortals he flew.
Myth and legend,
Tale and story,
Paint pictures of gods
Showered in glory.
But ever you heard
Of lies they told,
Of tricking and manipulating
Mortals of old?