The Goat 歌词

	Showbread - The Goat
	I remember everything
	To be what I’ve become
	A willingness for anything
	That can and must be done
	I remember writhing in the womb
	Wrapped up in viscous gloom
	My will is calling out like a sweeping plague
	Swallowing the mountains and the deserts and the rain
	I remember thinking once
	That love could never die
	But love is small and very frail
	And can’t be kept alive
	Unless you love the one
	For whom roars this internal din
	The love that devours everything
	The love of self burns within
	My will is calling out like a sweeping plague
	Swallowing the mountains and the deserts and the rain
	Raping what is left of you
	Two flesh becoming one
	My will is everywhere
	My will be done
	My will is calling out like a sweeping plague
	Swallowing the mountains and the deserts and the rain
	Raping what is left of you
	Two flesh becoming one
	My will is everything
	My will be done
	End
	Showbread - The Goat

	Showbread The Goat
	I remember everything
	To be what I' ve become
	A willingness for anything
	That can and must be done
	I remember writhing in the womb
	Wrapped up in viscous gloom
	My will is calling out like a sweeping plague
	Swallowing the mountains and the deserts and the rain
	I remember thinking once
	That love could never die
	But love is small and very frail
	And can' t be kept alive
	Unless you love the one
	For whom roars this internal din
	The love that devours everything
	The love of self burns within
	My will is calling out like a sweeping plague
	Swallowing the mountains and the deserts and the rain
	Raping what is left of you
	Two flesh becoming one
	My will is everywhere
	My will be done
	My will is calling out like a sweeping plague
	Swallowing the mountains and the deserts and the rain
	Raping what is left of you
	Two flesh becoming one
	My will is everything
	My will be done
	End
	Showbread The Goat

	Showbread The Goat
	I remember everything
	To be what I' ve become
	A willingness for anything
	That can and must be done
	I remember writhing in the womb
	Wrapped up in viscous gloom
	My will is calling out like a sweeping plague
	Swallowing the mountains and the deserts and the rain
	I remember thinking once
	That love could never die
	But love is small and very frail
	And can' t be kept alive
	Unless you love the one
	For whom roars this internal din
	The love that devours everything
	The love of self burns within
	My will is calling out like a sweeping plague
	Swallowing the mountains and the deserts and the rain
	Raping what is left of you
	Two flesh becoming one
	My will is everywhere
	My will be done
	My will is calling out like a sweeping plague
	Swallowing the mountains and the deserts and the rain
	Raping what is left of you
	Two flesh becoming one
	My will is everything
	My will be done
	End
	Showbread The Goat

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