Muse
I traveled the distance
To Mt. Olympus
Zeus called upon me
To tell you these things
"Free them of this dying age
Of declining music in quality
Enough of this repartee,
Free them from this dying age"
As I leave
I drop on my knees
And pray in disbelief
In myself and in his ability
Oh, I pray to Muse
To let me use
The power
That will set you free
(chorus)
Face this adversity
Crawl from calamity
To search for a remedy
'Cause the Gods command you so
Bleed from hypocrisy
They told me to do this anyway
So now I search for for purity
To end my suffering age
Blood, sweat all over me
Tear drops down my cheek
Focus all my energy
On one opposing force!
(end)
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