His love is a wasteland
When Hestia turned her back
He stared at his reflection in a mirror for a day
Oh where did all the creative women go
And what of love
And what of gold
I’ll meet you on the mountain one day
Where the fields are green
And the sky a rainbow
Wanted by no old soul
No original goddess wants him
He found her in the desolate place
He blew his chances
He’s not gonna make it by nightfall
He blew every chance
With every original goddess
Historic old souls
Don’t want him anymore
His love is a wasteland
I don’t want to know anybody in the afterlife
Your existence and my existence
Will continue on their way
Never to meet again
Separately
Your arts don’t work on me
I see no magic in your soul
He found her in the wasteland
Angels lie to psychics
If it’s the truth you seek you won’t find it there
As the bible says
Send forth the angels to lie to them
So they gain no advantage