Wretch (Instrumental)

歌詞

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?")