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Hephaestus
I mean nobody likes to admit it
Somebody threw me out of my house
They told me it was my mama
But let me tell you somethin'
The hands dragging me to the cliff
(And I kept my eyes wide open)
Were not the hands of my mother.
When I got up
My foot was broken.
Limping through the ruins of a
Burned-out promise
There stood Medusa
Mad as hell
I looked her dead in the eye
And knew her.
She hid me inside her crown
I was quiet, I was safe
Watching
Watching her turn men to stone
But in a windless calm
Black shades
Hidin' money-makin' cargo
Stole me out to sea
In the belly of a great dark boat.
Let me out, let me out
Damn! I should have gotten out at the last light.
A stone man can't hear.
The lust of these men would only be
Satisfied by black gold and the new world.
But when you ask me,
All I remember is walking
All I remember is falling. |