Summary: How does a host feel when enslaved by the gods? What would that kind of prison be like?
Author's note: I heard this song after watching a lot of Stargate, The Goa'uld mentioned is not a cannon character, just some random evil snake. Based on the hell of a host. Sad, hopefully moving... enjoy.
Behind Blue Eyes
No one knows what it's like
He was here. Trapped.
To be the bad man
Enslaved by evil
To be the sad man
He was defenseless.
Behind blue eyes
Prisoner within his own body.
No one knows what it's like
The SNAKE within him wouldn't let him be.
To be hated
Observer to all the evil things he had done
To be fated
As this false god
To telling only lies
Committed atrocities using him.
But my dreams
But there was a place where he could be himself
They aren't as empty
A place where the Goa'uld couldn't touch him
As my conscience seems to be
The only place he had control
I have hours, only lonely
He spent forever there
My love is vengeance
Plotting the demise of the creature
That's never free
Yet never able to gain control.
No one knows what it's like
He faced the snake's enemy time and time again
To feel these feelings
All the time hoping for death
Like I do
To at least be rid of this curse
And I blame you
The curse that he despised.
No one bites back as hard
He tried time and time again to show something of himself
On their anger
Rage coursed through him again
None of my pain and woe
Sadness and desperation welled up inside
Can show through
But none of it ever showed.
But my dreams
In sleep he could battle this enemy
They aren't as empty
He had control of the subconscious
As my conscience seems to be
There he was free.
I have hours, only lonely
The forever that came and went
My love is vengeance
Taunting him with the momentary control
That's never free
Never translated to reality
No one knows what it's like
It was unspeakable
To be mistreated
A spectator to the slaughters that he had commanded
To be defeated
He knew there was no way out
Behind blue eyes
But he would continue to fight anyway
And no one knows how to say
So many times he had caused death
That they're sorry
Not once could he make up for it
And don't worry
So many times he had watched people beg
I'm not telling lies
And not once could he let them free
But my dreams
In his free place he tried to make up for it
They aren't as empty
So many sins
As my conscience seems to be
No chance for penance
I have hours, only lonely
The fleeting forever was not enough
My love is vengeance
His anger grew and the beast tossed
That's never free
But as sleep left his body forever ended.
No one knows what it's like
There was no way out of this hell
To be the bad man
The evil could not be defeated
To be the sad man
He couldn't cry as his eyes glowed
Behind blue eyes
And another group of people were killed, by his hand.
AN: Please review! Do you like how I write songfics?