Rewrite of Kiss' God of Thunder
You know
I don' t think
I quite believe
Everything is so holy rosy about you
Ain't given me ever
Nothing I really need
Made me from birth
The ugly sister
To an older, far more perfect
Double d Aprodite
I read
I hear your words
But I refuse
To go down
To bended knee
Should've been born on Olympus
Granted his every wish
A father, a son
Instead I was
Hell raised
Tortured by demons deep
Depths depraved
Trained selfish
Never did learn
To love anyone truely
Thanks to you
Chorus
My God of blunder
What did you do?
Where did you hide?
My rock and roll
The wicked spell you borne me under
Of my sanity it slowly robbed
Tore me apart
What you could've made right
So right from the start
If only, God of blunder
You had made me
A pure virgin soul
Now in darkness thick
Gloom eternal
I rule
Mistress of my own empty life
All roads leading only
To barren, childless wastelands
Crushed underneath the fist of him
A modern day crueler then cruel man of steel
I struggle to gather my wits
In this darkness
Desperately I seek thee
And I command to know
If you dare tonight
To hear my bitter cry
God of blunder
Why under Heaven
Why in this living Hell
Do you force to kneel before he who is againest thee
Chorus 2X
2014 Ramona Thompson