She tore the teeth out of every beast she called upon. She's sewn a jaw now, for all the violence of god.
In the statuette, you saw a monolith; before the silent altar, you hear commandment; at the deepest well, where your victims slept, every chamber filled, their gunpowder wet; you beg forgiveness, of your statuette, and pile the bodies up: to see your monolith.
She scrapes the skin bare, she strips our figures to the bone. She's too deep in to forsake him: the toothless god I know is only stone.
Written, recorded and mixed by Galt Aureus. Video shot, edited and produced by Galt Aureus.