El Loco

I'm a victim of a God
Fickle, temperamental
Who instead of praying
For me
Went off to dance
Went to a place's disco
He wanted my disguise
To live like a mortal
Since he couldn't kill me
He gifted me
A peculiar vision

Wisps of smoke
Flicker to meet them
I feel the blaze
And I want to enter

I'm a victim of a God
Rebellious and quite unique
Who, faithful to his whim
Stole my woman
And locked her up in a brothel
That he managed
Like a pimp, a great lord
And he went all the way, to confuse
His impunity, he thought himself omniscient

Wisps of smoke
Flicker to meet them
I feel the blaze
And I want to enter

What was gifted is mine, and that's that
I'm not giving it back
What was gifted is mine, and that's that
I'm not giving it back
What was gifted is mine, and that's that
I'm not giving it back

I'm a victim of a God
Fickle, temperamental
Who instead of praying
For me
Went off to dance
To a place's disco