A vengeful angel flies around the sun
Drippin' his wax down on those that watch
Feathers falling next, they're dancing around
Such a graceful decent, so unlike his own
Crashing down to earth
Destruction in his wake he caused
There I go again, trying to narrate
So I could hide my role
Have to own up, have to concede
They used me like you
We all have our jobs, markers of our fate
That dictate our place
But now I know it's not his fault
How could I hold him responsible?
So wrought by what I've done
Wouldn't wish it on anyone
What of the man with the wooden god?
Never did him good
But never steered him wrong
Can't claim the same
The blood on my hands
Marks my guilt, exposes my crimes
I've played with lives
Like the Gods of old
But I'm no God
I'm just a fool
Drippin' his wax down on those that watch
Feathers falling next, they're dancing around
Such a graceful decent, so unlike his own
Crashing down to earth
Destruction in his wake he caused
There I go again, trying to narrate
So I could hide my role
Have to own up, have to concede
They used me like you
We all have our jobs, markers of our fate
That dictate our place
But now I know it's not his fault
How could I hold him responsible?
So wrought by what I've done
Wouldn't wish it on anyone
What of the man with the wooden god?
Never did him good
But never steered him wrong
Can't claim the same
The blood on my hands
Marks my guilt, exposes my crimes
I've played with lives
Like the Gods of old
But I'm no God
I'm just a fool
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