Even Gods Cry

Looking over Mt Olympus

Revenge is in my soul

A mere misunderstood victim

With no one and nowhere else to go

Now I’m headed toward the mountain peak

destined to stop this losing streak

destroying all that’s in my path

my face is ashen, I need a bath

They used to call me captain

I’m no stranger to Spartan foes

But merely following orders

only added to my woes

Like a hobo on a holiday

I haven’t got a home

Like a parrot on a tricycle

I’m feeling…   so alone

I am crying on the inside

For that which I once had

Folks don’t see me for who I really am

The God of sad

These blades say “Stay away

If you want to know what’s best”

A chip put on my shoulder

And my anger to the test

‘Cause I’m one vicious mamajama

It’s known around the ‘hood

I killed my very own flesh and blood

Oh, that Ares bitch punked me good

I’m hulking out big time

And my rage I’ll freely vent

To Hades with serenity

And anger management

Killing is no sport for me

It’s long since lost its thrill

But when I check my “to do” list

It says “pick up  eggs… and kill”

Is the secret to my happiness

tucked inside that box

Or need I look inside myself

To open up and let my cheer unlock

Zeus was my father

But no joy did that bring

Never taught me to throw or ride a bike

We had a “cat’s in the cradle” thing

In my mind’s eye I lay down my sword

I’m a killer, but more than that

I can sing of love and sunshine days

betcha didn’t know that I could scat

[scat]

I have no friends, So alone am I

a testament that even gods can cry

You mortals know not the toll it takes

To be the God of War

It’s nothing your high school guidance counselor

Would ever steer you toward

Blood is all I’ve known in life

My violence knows no lull

Even as I write this song

I’m drinking wine from a human skull

All this carnage I have wrought

it’s no good for my image

sometimes I’ll just slay a goat

merely for a scrimmage

You don’t want to cheese me off

Or think you can oppose me

I’ll rip your head off with my hands

How’s that for a trophy?

So I ride to face my destiny

To claim that which is mine

And yes I’m riding on a unicorn

It was the only thing I could find

I’ve lost track of why I kill

It’s just something I do

I should get in touch with my inner child

But I’d probably just kill him too

Zeus oh mighty Zeus

I call upon you for an answer

Why must I be forced to kill

I really wanted to be a dancer

Father, I beg of you

To take me for all I’m worth

These sex games are not who I am

And bring merely superficial mirth

Being an angel of death is hard

Not a life that most would pick

Oh sure it gets me lots of tail

But that gets old surprisingly quick

Thinking maybe I’ll get a cat

To show my softer side

That could work, but failing that

I’ll bludgeon my PR guy

Sometimes I feel that life’s a game

and I’m a character being played

with multiple levels, power-ups

and unlockable easter eggs

If I should come across you

And kill you ’til you’re dead

Please don’t take it personally, it’s just

there’s a circle above your head

Oracle please show me the way

to get where I want to go

spin gold from this bail of hay

and get me my own reality show

For me killing is the only way

Death my only drug

But even a man who’s bathed in blood

Sometimes needs a hug