The gods are very confused
And have been since the dawn of time
Not sure whether to be of this earth
Or of heaven or another's realm
To mind their own business
Or which actions to take in interfering
The gods are just this confused
In picking an image as theirs, as them
This is what happens when one has
Too many options that it hinders, what role to play
In characters defined, what grounds
To stand on, in this passage of time running
Mortality stops us from over lamenting
Time is somewhat of the essence with decay
But for the gods, easy with time
Left feeling jealous of us mortals
Who would have thought death
Would be an envy, they would want to have
The gods are just very confused
This has been from the dawn of time
The funny thing is, they are still around
The gods, the gods, the gods of decadence
