I am a victim of a god
Fragile, temperamental
Who instead of praying for me
He went dancing
He went to a disco somewhere
He wanted my disguise
To live like a mortal
As I couldn't kill myself
He gave me a particular vision
Wilds of smoke
I flicker to meet him
I feel the glare and I want in a brothel
That he managed
As a pimp, a great gentleman
And he came to the end
To confuse his impunity
He believed himself £ omniscient
Wilds of smoke
I flicker to meet you
I feel the glow and I want to enter
What has been given is mine and it is over
I will not return it
I am victim of a god
Fragile, temperamental
Who instead of praying for me
He went dancing
To a disco somewhere

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