Hook:
Her name was Pandora the aurora of the gods
She was gifted by the members of the Pantheon
The worlds first woman and biological weapon
Sent to Earth with curiosity, urges and many questions
She's a mirror for man to see his reflection
No box, pithos, not a vehicle for infection
As man looked on to the smooth face a of well
He knew the evil had always been inside of himself


1st Verse

First off lets start with this myths instigation
When Prometheus stole fire and gave it to mortal nations
Chained to a mountain top he thought it was done
But then Zues called on his disfigured son

One eyed Hephaestus rose and got to work
Sculpting with the flesh of Gaia to create his fathers curse
The other gods gifts were immeasurable in worth
and they weren't physical, they existed as lessons

Hermes gave guile and the need to receive confession
Aphrodite gave grace applied cunning to her face
Athena taught the sewing of fabrications in place
and Zeus said 'Go! and let man be erased'


2nd Verse

She has sheer guile that's not to be withstood
She's a beautiful evil thats been misunderstood
People stood by as their hearts seemed to stop
She kept her eye on her mother so as not to betray the plot

From her is the race of woman and female kind
of her is the deadly race of matriarch tribes
these are the lies that lie within mankind
as they spend their last minute of living in stand by

Her eyes began to rise like mirrors they were
Man sensed something sinister but couldn't be sure
How could demons live inside something so pure
So mankind began to fight for the attention of the first her

War was heard, herds died and the plagues set in
and man began to gamble with wagers of sin
Anger, jealousy, anxiety we couldn't win
and the sound of a woman crying rose above the din


3rd Verse

Disease running rampant like water from broken levies
And for the first time man felt the effects of envy
Detected defects and found guilt to be heavy
Now he's ready and willing to practice the art of killing

Shrilling sirens have replaced the previous silence
and the connoisseurs have developed a taste for the violence
The tyrants will rise only to execute the saints
And the tides will ebb so the dead can give thanks

Amidst this maelstrom Pandora stood alone
So scared and confused she had nowhere else to go
The peasants in the fields and the men on the thrones
Were all focused on her and beginning their approach

With naked swords they measured a length of rope
She stood frightened eyes closed with tightened throat
Then man heard the truth even though no one had spoke
She who brought them strife had also brought them hope