The Goat Lyrics - Showbread

I remember everything, to be what I've become 

A willingness for anything that can and must be done 

I remember writing 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