Jorge Rivera-Herrans - God Games lyrics
[Jorge Rivera-Herrans - God Games lyrics]
Divine intervention, is that what you seek?
To untie apprehensions that were
Placed on that greek?
You are playing with thunder for
A man full of shame
But if he's worth the risk of going under
Why not make it a game?
Convince each of them that he
Ought to be released, and I'll release him
Who's them?
Apollo, Hephaestus, Aphrodite, Ares, Hera
And me what do you say?
Great
Very well
Eh
Alright
Groovy
Bring it
Aphrodite
Your little high and mighty Odysseus
Claims to love his mothеr
But let her die of a brokеn heart
He was busy fighting
More like busy spiting the cyclops
Let him feel the pain that
His mother felt and rot
Wait, please reconsider this
Really Athena? These old tricks?
Ares!
Ares, Ares
What kind of sick coward
Holds back his power
While his friends get devouroured?
He didn't even fight Scylla
Didn't even try to kill her
Hides inside a wooden horse to
Get the job done
Never handles things upfront
Pathetic and weak like his son
Hold your tongue now his son's my friend
And tell your lover that a
Broken heart can mend
You want more bloodshed? Then set him free
To get back to his homestead
He'll make everybody bleed
Ugh, release him
Hey baby
Hera!
So many heroes so many tales
Give me one good reason
Why yours should prevail
He’s got the mind of a genius
Try harder
He’s pretty skilled with words
You can do better than that
He’s kind of funny?
Eh
Never once has he cheated on his wife
Release him
To untie apprehensions that were
Placed on that greek?
You are playing with thunder for
A man full of shame
But if he's worth the risk of going under
Why not make it a game?
Convince each of them that he
Ought to be released, and I'll release him
Who's them?
Apollo, Hephaestus, Aphrodite, Ares, Hera
And me what do you say?
Great
Very well
Eh
Alright
Groovy
Bring it
Aphrodite
Your little high and mighty Odysseus
Claims to love his mothеr
But let her die of a brokеn heart
He was busy fighting
More like busy spiting the cyclops
Let him feel the pain that
His mother felt and rot
Wait, please reconsider this
Really Athena? These old tricks?
Ares!
Ares, Ares
What kind of sick coward
Holds back his power
While his friends get devouroured?
He didn't even fight Scylla
Didn't even try to kill her
Hides inside a wooden horse to
Get the job done
Never handles things upfront
Pathetic and weak like his son
Hold your tongue now his son's my friend
And tell your lover that a
Broken heart can mend
You want more bloodshed? Then set him free
To get back to his homestead
He'll make everybody bleed
Ugh, release him
Hey baby
Hera!
So many heroes so many tales
Give me one good reason
Why yours should prevail
He’s got the mind of a genius
Try harder
He’s pretty skilled with words
You can do better than that
He’s kind of funny?
Eh
Never once has he cheated on his wife
Release him