God's pride in lavender light Mount Moriah
Sarah's only son spared from his Dad's paranoia
By the bramble-haired wing wearing the pre-sacrificed face
Another blue ribbon of faith for your trophy case
"I don't want to see Ike's charred bones!", cried the goat
Before Abe's blade went under his own throat, prepared to promote
Ishmael awoke to his mother screaming, coat raised over head
A fever of perceiving waiting for the begat's blood to spread
Across Jerusalem the bastards and cedars vomit and resist
They take the ribs of those who christened the slaughterhouse crucifix
While missionaries from the Ladder Day Saints all land in the Caribbean
To flex their fist of control and eat fruit thats forbidden
You hidden with the salt, mid-Mediterranean
The messiah sprouts in the Tigris and drowns in the great rains again
Ike's eyes suffocated by the betrayal of Abraham
Who naively assured his son it was all part of God's plan
We joke about the children of Abraham
We joke about the children of Abraham
We joke about the children of Abraham
We are the children of Abraham
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God's pride in lavender light Mount Moriah
Sarah's only son spared from his Dad's paranoia
By the bramble-haired wing wearing the pre-sacrificed face
Another blue ribbon of faith for your trophy case
"I don't want to see Ike's charred bones!", cried the goat
Before Abe's blade went under his own throat, prepared to promote
Ishmael awoke to his mother screaming, coat raised over head
A fever of perceiving waiting for the begat's blood to spread
Across Jerusalem the bastards and cedars vomit and resist
They take the ribs of those who christened the slaughterhouse crucifix
While missionaries from the Ladder Day Saints all land in the Caribbean
To flex their fist of control and eat fruit thats forbidden
You hidden with the salt, mid-Mediterranean
The messiah sprouts in the Tigris and drowns in the great rains again
Ike's eyes suffocated by the betrayal of Abraham
Who naively assured his son it was all part of God's plan
We joke about the children of Abraham
We joke about the children of Abraham
We joke about the children of Abraham
We are the children of Abraham
Sarah's only son spared from his Dad's paranoia
By the bramble-haired wing wearing the pre-sacrificed face
Another blue ribbon of faith for your trophy case
"I don't want to see Ike's charred bones!", cried the goat
Before Abe's blade went under his own throat, prepared to promote
Ishmael awoke to his mother screaming, coat raised over head
A fever of perceiving waiting for the begat's blood to spread
Across Jerusalem the bastards and cedars vomit and resist
They take the ribs of those who christened the slaughterhouse crucifix
While missionaries from the Ladder Day Saints all land in the Caribbean
To flex their fist of control and eat fruit thats forbidden
You hidden with the salt, mid-Mediterranean
The messiah sprouts in the Tigris and drowns in the great rains again
Ike's eyes suffocated by the betrayal of Abraham
Who naively assured his son it was all part of God's plan
We joke about the children of Abraham
We joke about the children of Abraham
We joke about the children of Abraham
We are the children of Abraham
Writer: Cameron Wheatley
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