In the statuette,
you saw a monolith;
before the silent altar,

you hear commandment;
at the deepest well,
where your victims slept,

every chamber filled,
their gunpowder wet;


She tore the teeth out
of every beast she called upon.
She's sewn a jaw now,

for all the violence of god.

In the statuette,

you saw a monolith;
before the silent altar,
you hear commandment;

at the deepest well,
where your victims slept,
every chamber filled,

their gunpowder wet;

you beg forgiveness,

of your statuette,
and pile the bodies up:
to see your monolith.


She scrapes the skin bare,
she strips our figures to the bone.

She's too deep in to forsake him:
the toothless god I know is only stone.