Original Goddess

 

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