i'm moving forward,
i'm growing stronger
what doesn't **** you
turns you into stone
medusa
i'm growing stronger
i'm moving forward
what doesn't **** you
chills you to the bone
medusa

and ooh where do you go
ooh i'm trying not to care.
who do you think you are
ooh with snake venom in your hair
medusa, medusa

and i'm moving forward,
i'm growing stronger
what doesn't **** you
turns you into stone
medusa
i'm growing stronger
i'm moving forward
what doesn't **** you
chills you to the bone
medusa

and this stone cold heart feels nothing anymore
this stone cold heart feels nothing
medusa
and this stone cold heart feels nothing anymore
you're nothing anymore
cause i'm
i'm medusa

singing her melodies of torment
hiding in a chamber of lead
awakened and degenerated
yet no one seemed to care
left lies and lost love
pulling the final thread
the heaven's bled a river of red
from the fall of her severed head

He was a rather special sort,
To those who knew him,
And knew him not.
Tingles ran through his finger tips,
A golden chalice,
Held to his lips.

This Midas had a curious touch,
That left him mighty,
Not wanting much.
Golden forms from his fingers dashed,
Enemies transformed,
Into piles of cash.

A merry man, he strut through town
An arms length clear zone,
Did him surround.
When a wondrous girl he saw, so bold
She walked right to him,
No fear of gold.

Such beauty never before had beamed
Eyes lowered down,
Hair bounced and gleamed
When she glided close enough to kiss,
She met his gaze...
he touched her cheek...
and the last thing they heard...
Was a chorused hiss.

So if you should walk down that street,
King Midas and
His love you'll meet.
King turned to stone, with outstretched hand
And with head of yellow snakes
A golden Medusa stands.

Me gustaría verme ante tus ojos, no a través de ellos…
Siempre es peligroso verse reflejado en pupilas llenas de vida.

Creo fervientemente que Medea nunca pensó en la percepción de Jasón,
De la misma manera en que a Medusa jamás cavilo el posible último pensamiento de Perseo,
Pero ambas fueron presa de la excitación que produce encontrarse bella y entera.
Cuando tus faltas se encuentran a la vista de todos, es difícil no ser consciente de que el castigo de los dioses se encuentra en la transfiguración de lo que yace dentro;
cada cabello poseía voluntad propia, esencia que explota ante la contemplación.
Los dioses son crueles y los héroes eternos,

Aunque ya todos conocemos como termina la historia, no dejo de pensar que lo que Atena porta con orgullo es el más bello relato de amor;
El cuento del ser humano que se encontró a sí mismo en la imagen pétrea del presente, no en el recuerdo del pasado atesorado ni en el ente que vive en la percepción de los demás…

A lo que quiero llegar, es que de la misma manera te amé, aunque en el momento no tuve las palabras precisas ni el valor para decirlo … pero chance a estas alturas del partido Esteno este orgullosa de mi

Her hair was painfully black and strong enough to end wars with
Her eyes reminded men of the sea
Just as intimidating as intriguing
And she would sing her serenades to the moon
And they would break their necks just to stare at her
This goddess trapped on earth

Poor Medusa
All she wanted was to be loved