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 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 a secret hatred from their 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 is 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 wanna see the galaxy?