When titans fall, they become legends in the hearts and minds of men.
There are stories told of their greatness, tales of their shortcomings erased.
Edified as icons and fed like fodder to the masses of the nexus.
They’re transformed into gods once their mortality overruns them,
and the people bicker and boast until sour and roast.
So **** on you all, if ever should come the day
your putrid black tongues would choose to sway.
These titans, to me, are greater than gods
the music they’ve bled is what puts us at odds.