The First God -

The first god brought me to my knees

I lost sight—that's why I’m where I am

I want death—that's my intention here

‘Cause I’m not a hundred percent

-No one will miss me

Don’t even fake those tears

Take all of my courage and blessings

Don’t hate me

There’s no other way…

In time, the father figure falls apart

Watching’s the hardest thing, he knows…

The hollow, crude-stitched sweater of his heart unraveled

-Bridged what laid below him

Él no va a cruzarlo—ya no receptivo

Él es pesado, un mentiroso, él es dolor

Now he was ready to take that great journey!

But then his first god stepped into the ring…

My head was then filled with drumfire and thunder

All this for nothing!

I held strong and upright

But a bludgeon cracked me down!

No reasoning entered—unconscious

Curious, I heard roars of triumph

But who hears things when they’ve reached their end?

O' no creature serves his maker…

And no maker dies by his creature’s hands!

With how many times the heavens denied

I’m wondering why I’m still alive

I should have died…

They can’t kill me!

And then a crescendo of the soul bloomed out

And who was I—ignorant, dastard, and vain

To receive such splendor at the height of being vanquished?

Could you believe that I was filled with malice?

Could you believe that I was filled with rage?

Because just when I thought it was over

Here comes valor

Running out of the desert

Like a slobbering dog with a bone

-Just as wild-eyed and crazed

As the mountain of a man that stood before me

A new height was reached that day!

And you best believe that I remembered

That a hero holds no judgement over his people

It’s either let go, or you’ll be let down

And I’ve always thought of myself more as a villain anyway…

‘Cause who else could make a god bow his filthy-fucking-head!?!

That of stone turned flesh

There was a mumble from a cold inside

An old, weathered body

-It rumbled and sprung to life

An unhindered soul with awareness of a covered face

He’d been forgotten by the nature of my disgrace

But he did what he could do to stay alive

What more could he want?

I felt a motion inside

Then up in the clouds is where he would fly

Because I conquered the mountain

Now I was the mountain!

Now, it was at this time that I wondered

If I was doing this for you or if for me

‘Cause I could not hide from the hands of

A blurry crowd blowing kisses at my feet

Though I tried to deny and tried not to receive

Ya’ll perched me even higher up

-So high, I couldn’t see

I wasn’t looking anyway—no

Who needs to see when you’re cycling on repeat?

Stuck in a loop—not a human, but machine

I had it memorized—disappear and vacate

I’d claw my way out before it devoured me

Now I’m starting a new age—subjectively insane

O' god!

I watched my limits turn to dust before my feet!

So what’s the point of looking back?

Here’s to never looking back!

Bet I’m never looking back