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 shadow
But there are evenings There are evenings when this Decimated world of movement, 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 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 heirs
[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/wretch-lyrics-protest-the-hero.html ] In a silence left unbroken, oh 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 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)