I was raised on the virtue of many shoulders Boulders moved just so far out of the way for me to walk Never was a boy for the talk The mystery child who was born from the stork I slept on the words of the many and lived on the teachings of none I binged and i blinged and i hung Unhinged little thing from the sun I sinned and singed and singed and sung I never asked God for forgiveness cause I knew I’d have to do it again And attended sunday sessions with pen Instead, when he pointed his sword and commanded for thee I sank in the soil, so his legions could see They grasped and they grabbed but could only just grip my hair Pulled, twisted, dreaded and locked but still I swam free in an ocean of rock But I can only see what they did to my top Made me a myth and the cream of the crop They scream Medusa! Just a tale and a lore Stone bred heathen and a debt for the Lord Medusa! Just a tale and a lore Stone bred heathen and a debt for the Lord Medusa! An unfinished excuse of a lore The parable of righteous or who*e We dont know But I dont ask who holds the fates Because I know when i see them i will only see snakes Medusa!