Wretch

Chews the fat with his creator
Over breakfast in the sunlight
Though when he says grace, when he says
Grace! He feels enveloped like a shadow

But there are evenings
There are evenings when this decimated
World of moventment, color and form
Gets thin
And getting thinner
When lights are dim
And getting dimmer
When nights are grim, and they're only getting
Only getting grimmer

As they barter their boulders
And martyr their soldiers
Teach a man to tear her fucking head
From her goddamn shoulders

Held into the Sun
By the strands of her hair
By the threads of her hair

By the threads of her hair
They impart the secret hatred of the fathers to their heirs

In a silence left unbroken
On a bed, bound and gagged
Bound, bound and gagged
With culture, language, myth and law
Our goddess gave birth
Our goddess gave birth to your God

On a bed, bound and gagged with culture
Language, myth and law
From a wounded womb where flesh was scarred and raw

Our goddess gave birth to your God
Our goddess gave birth to your God
Our goddess gave birth to your God
Our goddess gave birth to your God
Goddamn!

Culture, language, myth and law
(Our goddess! Gave birth!)
Culture, language, myth and law
(Our goddess! Gave birth to your God!)

(You want to see the galaxy?)