poor old ra you were much better off as a sun god weren't yanno one gives a shit about your falcon head anymorenatet sunk down somewhere off the coast of new brunswick or the arcticnsektet sunk with horus stoned at the wheelnnwith every oil slick and passing barge, the chances that you are go down but with your feet in the egyptian sand, this weak little shell of a man falls awaynnI know that the plight of the morning's light will not let you love me and baby you got stitches that will tell me differentlynwhen it's a patchwork of click and something that sounds like a beak break bonesaw it's good enough for ra but it's not good enough for menas derelict you come off slow, even in the kitty jail you where calico and as the prisoner in the chains arrive, catcalls baring teeth come from every sidennwith every oil slick and passing barge, the chances that you are go down but with you feet in the egyptian sand, this weak little shell of a man falls awaynnI am the tension, you are the tightrope... you grabbed the last little straw that was hidden in your own forearmnI am the tension, you are the tightrope... you came prepared with a gun that was hidden in your own stone vest nI am the tension, you are the tightrope... part this pharoah with his crown when he is leaning on this cane, and isis... nwill steal all secretsnI am the tension, you are the tightrope... benu that bird of ra with the collar of a snake, uraeus... nand plays with solarnI am the tension, you are the tightrope... hathor had changed to the lion and will always be combined, with sekmet... nnand will kill all approaching nI am the tension, you are the tightrope... so give me a moment with her name and I'll see if I can tame, fell beast... nand as thoth I will bring her back