There are other ways of persuasion

There are other modes of control

There are other means of deceit

There are other roads to the soul

There are other options of passion

You have so much left to learn

Want to save your men from the fire?

Show me that you're willing to burn, whoa

Oh, well, who's to say, with all the mistakes I've made (don't be afraid)

That they will be the last (think of your past)

Mistakes I ever make? (Don't break when)

There is so much power, so much power

But there's no puppet here

This is the price we pay for love (I'm just a man)

There is the line never enough (I'm just a man)

So much power, so much power (forgive me)

But there's no puppet here (I can't)

Back at home, my wife awaits for me

She's my everything, my Penelope

And she's all my power, all my power

But it's been 12 long years

Oh, 12 long years since I have seen my wife

And now the God of Tides is out to end my life

So I beg you, Circe, grant us mercy

And let us puppets leave

Ah, Poseidon, eh?

There might be a way to evade him

There might be a way to get home

Though this other way's very dangerous

It might be your one final hope

I know of a brilliant prophet

Problem is this prophet is dead

I can't get you home, but I'll get you to the Underworld instead

I'll release your men, and I'll get you to the Underworld instead

Wait, you're helping us?

There are many ways of persuasion

There are many modes of control

Maybe showing one act of kindness

Leads to kinder souls down the road

I remember actions of passion

I have been in love once before

Maybe one day, the world will need a puppeteer no more

Or maybe one day, the world will need a puppeteer more