Ares loved to play his little games, with girls he knew would never stay.
and he'd hold them close in blackened sheets,
and tell them what loved meant to him.
but it's a game, you see.
Ares didn't need no loving.
because he'd stare into her eyes, and he'd kiss her flaws aside.
and he'd fix her so beautifully, and pretend for a moment she could be his bride.
but his lips dripped lies with every word,
because his low-down aphrodite - he'd never leave.
all he needed was that empty bed, that would never go cold.
we could rule the heavens with your selfishness
