Protest The Hero - 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, colour, 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 the secret hatred of
The fathers to their heirs

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
(Our goddess! Gave birth)
Culture, language, myth and law
(Our goddess! Gave birth you your god)

(You want to see the galaxy?)