The Sad God (Feat. Black Thought, Ajay Prasanna & Anoushka Shankar)

I gave you love, the feel of glory
I gave you dreams, you wrote your stories
I gave you flaws, to reach the Sun
I gave you atoms, you built the bomb

Now there is nothing that I have lost
No more mountain, no more sorrows
There's no more prayers, no more tomorrow
Only screams left to fill your fear

I got the intel from the inkwell
You do well when you think well
Don't need a couple people more like me
To try and give you help when you bring help

It ain't got to begin well
But it's all well if it ends well
It ain't well — a man still gotta mean well
And intent well
Even in hell

You think you're worthy of a friend, girl
It's funny — all of a sudden you the main cell
And my group be the hard shell
Of the incel