I was raised on the virtue of many shoulders
Boulders moved just so far out of the way for me to walk
Never was a boy for the talk
The mystery child who was born from the stork
I slept on the words of the many and lived on the teachings of none
I binged and i blinged and i hung
Unhinged little thing from the sun
I sinned and singed and singed and sung
I never asked God for forgiveness cause I knew I'd have to do it again
And attended sunday sessions with pen
Instead, when he pointed his sword and commanded for thee
I sank in the soil, so his legions could see
They grasped and they grabbed but could only just grip my hair
Pulled, twisted, dreaded and locked but still I swam free in an ocean of rock
But I can only see what they did to my top
Made me a myth and the cream of the crop
They scream Medusa!
Just a tale and a lore
Stone bred heathen and a debt for the Lord
Medusa!
Just a tale and a lore
Stone bred heathen and a debt for the Lord
Medusa!
An unfinished excuse of a lore
The parable of righteous or whore
We dont know
But I dont ask who holds the fates
Because I know when i see them i will only see snakes
Medusa!