Our goddess gave birth to your god
Only getting grimmer
Held into the sun, by the threads of her hair
On a bed bound and gagged
Our goddess gave birth to your god
(Our goddess gave birth)
Wounded womb and scarred and raw
On a bed bound and gagged
Our goddess gave birth to your god
By the threads of her hair
Our goddess gave birth to your god
Bound, bound and gagged
Decimated world of movement, color and form
Our goddess gave birth
With culture, language, myth and law
As they barter their boulders
In a silence left unbroken, oh
There are evenings when this
Though when he says grace, when he says grace
But there are evenings
Culture, language, myth and law
From her goddamn shoulders
Culture, language, myth and law
Gets thin and getting thinner
Our goddess gave birth to your god, goddamn
And martyr their soldiers
From a wounded womb where flesh was scarred and raw
He feels enveloped like a shadow
When lights are dim and getting dimmer
Wounded womb and scarred and raw
When nights are grim and they're only getting
By the threads of her hair
Teach a man to tear her fucking head
With culture, language, myth and law
They impart a secret hatred from their fathers to their heirs
