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Wretch
Protest the Hero Lyrics
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Over breakfast in the sunlight
Through when he says grace,
When he says grace, he feels enveloped like a shadow
There are evenings when this decimated world of movement, colour, form,
Is 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,
They impart a secret hatred from their fathers to their heirs
Suppressed and unaddressed the simple fact remains unspoken,
In silence left unbroken, on a bed bound and gagged
With culture, language, myth and law: our Goddess gave birth to your God
From a wounded womb where her flesh scarred and raw
Our Goddess gave birth to your God
The lyrics of Protest the Hero's song Wretch describe someone having a conversation with their creator over breakfast in the sunlight. While saying grace, the person feels enveloped like a shadow. The song also describes the feeling of the thinning and decimated world of movement, color, and form on some evenings. It talks about the steadily dimming lights and the increasingly grim nights.
The song then continues to describe a world where people trade their boulders and martyr their soldiers. It seems to comment on how quick people can be to resort to violence and how easy it is to pass down hatred from generation to generation. The song concludes with the statement that the goddess gave birth to the god, and that their goddess did so from a wounded womb that has been scarred and is raw. This lyric could refer to the idea that the feminine aspect of the divine has been downplayed or overlooked in many cultures and religions.
Line by Line Meaning
Chews the fat with his creator
He has casual conversations with God
Over breakfast in the sunlight
The conversations happen at dawn
Through when he says grace,
Even when thanking God for the food
When he says grace, he feels enveloped like a shadow
He feels protected and watched over
There are evenings when this decimated world of movement, colour, form,
Sometimes the world seems bleak and colorless
Is thin and getting thinner
The world seems to be fading away
When lights are dim and getting dimmer
The light is fading and getting weaker
when nights are grim and they're only getting,
The night is dark and depressing
Only getting grimmer
It's only getting worse
As they barter their boulders and martyr their soldiers,
As they trade and sacrifice their possessions and people
Teach a man to tear her fucking head from her goddamn shoulders
They teach men to be violent towards women
Held into the sun by the threads of her hair,
Women are oppressed and held down by tradition and culture
They impart a secret hatred from their fathers to their heirs
They pass on a legacy of hate and violence to their sons
Suppressed and unaddressed the simple fact remains unspoken,
The truth is ignored and not talked about
In silence left unbroken, on a bed bound and gagged
Women are silenced and held captive
With culture, language, myth and law: our Goddess gave birth to your God
Women created the dominant religion and culture
From a wounded womb where her flesh scarred and raw
Women have been wounded and scarred through history
Our Goddess gave birth to your God
Men should respect and appreciate women's contributions to society
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: ARIF MIRABODLBAGHI, LUCAS HOSKIN, MORGAN CARLSON, RODY WALKER, TIM MILLAR
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