God be mad that I'm disappointed
That it was you I appointed
To receive all of my guidance
Like that last dance
Anger in each step made
In the fantasy of other men to be laid
In one ear and right out the other
Chances? Really, another?
We'll see what you really are in time
If you are reborn or stuck in grime
That you secretly created
To help you seem so sated
But I know I am real
But there was a gap in the deal