Slow Violence
Caligula's Horse Lyrics

When the moment comes to light the lost and it’s eyes on you, leaving us no legacy but residue
When a crucial moment arises to find those who are lost but all the attention is on you, we are left with nothing but remains as our legacy

It’s when you preach your promises like the filth was always there, like we were always dead
When you make your promises as if the filth has always been present and as if we were already dead

If we could tread so lightly that the bait in my breath is done, grind down, the grief gives way, justify just another one, the mourning ends, the maker mends, and you feed it
If we could move so cautiously that the trap that's waiting in my breath is avoided, and we wear down our sorrow, it will disappear, and you can justify taking just one more life. After the mourning has ended, the creator repairs the damage, and you will gain from it

And with your nothing words, stand by the lie, watch your savior bleed. He said, “My son, they’ll know you by the numbness in your knees”
You pledge to lies with empty words and witness your savior bleeding. He had once said, “My son, they will recognize you by how numb you are to the violence.”

If I could run the way your god conceals his gun, he’d know that for all your pride, we’re all buried by the same slow violence
If I could hide as your god hides his weapon, he'll realize that despite your pride, we are all killed by the same gradual violence

I’ll take you with me, We’re all buried by the sure decay, You lied
I'll carry you with me, as we all succumb to the inevitable destruction that you lied about

So give us something more than the wretch, than the pose of the penitent
Provide us with something beyond the pitiful state and the display of remorse

And with a rapture wracked, spit back the impact in the garden, It’s your Judas kiss
Ensnared in ecstasy, you return the harm in the paradise, it's your traitorous kiss

The shots don’t miss, and you know it
The gunfire never fails to hit its target, and you are aware of it

Call for a binding, blade to the boy, and bite down until it’s all done. Isn’t this what you want? The man, the pyre, the only son
Summon the restraints, put the blade to the child, and consume until it's over. Isn't this what you desire? The male, the funeral pyre, the sole child

So you can save your empty prayers for deaf ears, keep your eyes front and listen, your sons are all singing Maria
You can keep your worthless prayers to yourself, look ahead, and hear your sons singing a death chant

And you can bleed your promises and leech your covenant, but can’t you hear it? They’re already singing Maria
You can fulfill your pledges and drain your vows, but don't you hear it? They're already singing Maria

For all your pride, for the lie that feeds the fire
Despite all your arrogance, for the falsehood that fuels the flames

Maria, the way your god conceals his gun, Maria
Maria, the manner in which your god hides his weapon, Maria