The Goat (Anorexia) کے بول

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