Goddess Bound Protest The Hero

Take everything your parents taught you
Throw it to the dogs
It's the forgotten flesh of something dead
Its blood drips from your jaws

Take everything your school has taught you and
Throw it to the dogs
It's the meat in the summer heat and reeks now of its rot
It speaks now of the fate that we await, to be forgot

Just as mountains live outside of rocks
And time outside of clocks

We hope this life exists beyond our lonely bones
In the, in the pine box
From the bottom of my heart
At the top, at the top of my lungs
From the corner of my eye
At the tip, at the tip, at the tip, at the tip of my tongue

Take everything your parents taught you
Throw it to the dogs
It's the forgotten flesh of something dead
From the bottom of my heart

Take everything your fucking school has taught you
Throw it to the dogs
It's the meat in the summer's heat and reeks now of its rot