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letra de 'hubris' - us

[verse 1]
we all want to be gods
picking fate for others
for our friends our jobs and whether your true love wants the same fate for you as you and you for each the other
(we are the lucky ones)
otherwise you feel smothered by another one who wants control
who wants to be your god
your soul is theirs forever
but pressures severe ties and lies never better
however if you’re clever you can ride the line
it’s fine, but what is that love if that love can’t stand the test of time
weather together, past the fact we all want to be gods
lazy loves asunder
but sunny summer sundays is a simple as sending senses underneath a sheath of wonder
at the heart that feels stunned and l-st to love her
due to neither wanting the other to suffer
just ’cause we both want to be gods

[chorus 1]
and i can’t read your mind
and i can’t turn back time (just ’cause we both want to be gods)
is it human nature to want more than natural cause that’s just the way we are
if i’m not to blame
then who is? (just ’cause we both want to be gods, gods, gods)
or could you say, it’s just ‘hubris’?

[verse 2]
we all want to be gods
not the worst a mother
who you first discover from
nine months of existence how she picks
and you don’t know, what she knows or not or how she came to know it
things internalized at 6 would make a scarred heart plummet
at the thought of some poor child raised by the hate
wrought when mama was just grandma’s baby
but not a lot was taught those days about the ways of life
and how not to be a slave to strife and toxic wants
like drugs that taunt and drunken nights that haunt
but mama didn’t partake for who’s sake
i just can’t shake off the feeling that she knew what she wanted for me
did she know she’d built a ceiling over my dreams or so it seems to me
she probably didn’t know i’d blow
if she didn’t she didn’t show it
did she know she’d raise a poet?
wrote we all want to be gods

[chorus 2]
and i can’t answer your questions
there’s no room left for impressions (we all want to be gods)
can we let it all go to forgive to forget what i’ve said i was set to know
if i’m not to blame
then who is? (we all want to be gods, gods, gods)
or could you say, it’s just ‘hubris’?

[verse 3]
we all want to be gods
you don’t ever wish?
that you could change the weather
never have to wear a sweater
never getting wetter than a portland beggar then why you baggin’ shelters?
they’re just eager helpers serving for their maker
greater than wanting to be god
sure be grateful for your savior
but don’t act like the love you fake is for your unfavored neighbor
or as if you’re so good natured
when nature is a means to gaining paper
the reigning raider is draining major rain from vapor
in the sky, in the heavens, my oh my, show me why
you don’t think all we want is power when we tower so high
over the land and every living thing we play a hand in the demise of the planet
you think god made for us
but it feels crowded when we all want to be gods

[chorus 3]
you take what you want, what you’re buying
all the while our planet is dying (when we all want to be gods)
it’s a shame that our last breath will be spent prolonging what we made inevitable
if i’m not to blame
then who is? (when we all want to be gods, gods, gods)
or could you say, it’s just ‘hubris’?

[bridge]
we all want to be gods, gods
we all want to be gods
gods, gods
we all want to be gods, gods
we all want to be gods

[verse 4]
we all want to be gods
to know the right from wrong
but sadly certain someones can’t seem to look past themselves and get along
instead fear-monger for fear of there being stronger lords than you could ever see or hear
(they don’t exist)
but rumors last a little longer
relics from the past, fans made into religious zealots
now they’re getting jealous that their power doesn’t matter
what’s the matter?
do you feel helpless that your help is and always was a selfish gesture enveloped by the self and only meant for pleasure
so why not stop the lecture
let love be the guide!
for how you teach who you think the lesser the lesson is don’t be a preacher unless your sermon features less aggression about how you think things should be
lest we won’t coalesce
can’t look past yourself, when you wanna be a god

[chorus 4]
and i may sound like a preacher
and always question your teachers (when you wanna be a god)
if i’m not a leader then how will i know where i go with this blindfold
if i’m not to blame
then who is? (when you wanna be a god, god, god)
or could you say, it’s just ‘hubris’?

[outro]
do you fear the fiction?
or do you face the facts?
that god’s an addiction
and religion a relapse
do the blind lead the stupid?
do the stupid lead the blind?
are you god-fearing?
or does god fear man-kind?

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