Wretch Lyrics

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 shadowBut there are evenings
There are evenings when this
Decimated world of movement, color and form
Gets thin and getting thinnerWhen lights are dim and getting dimmer
When nights are grim and they're only getting
Only getting grimmerAs they barter their boulders
And martyr their soldiers
Teach a man to tear her fucking head
From her goddamn shouldersHeld into the sun, by the threads of her hair
By the threads of her hair
By the threads of her hair
They impart a secret hatred from their fathers to their heirsIn a silence left unbroken, oh
On a bed bound and gagged
Bound, bound and gaggedWith culture, language, myth and law
Our goddess gave birth

Our goddess gave birth to your godOn a bed bound and gagged
With culture, language, myth and law
From a wounded womb where flesh was scarred and rawOur 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, goddamnCulture, language, myth and law
Wounded womb and scarred and raw
(Our goddess gave birth)
Culture, language, myth and law
Wounded womb and scarred and raw
(Our goddess gave birth to your god)