We are gods
We are gods
We’re at odds
We’re at odds
Unconstrained incomprehensible power
Growing by the day, growing by the hour.
I think I’m losing my grip
Am I living in a comic strip?
We are gods
We show no sign of letting up
On a cruise ship without any stewardship
What a thrill,
All omnipotence and zero vigilance
We’re just as doomed as the ones in books
I am a god it’s been verified
By the universe then immortalised
Fight fear but strike fear yeh, you know the vibe
I stare death in the face, that’s how I know he’s blind
No he cannot see me, do him like Houdini
Man is born into these chains, chooses to live freely
That’s the headline bitch, like corduroy on pillows
Am I evil defined or something in the middle?
I think I’m losing my grip
Am I living in a comic strip?