Mama, I'm Swollen - Cursive

I was alone

I was at home

Til the fabric was torn

The cord was cut

My orbit had begun

I was a simple being

I was simply being

Til I caught my own reflection

In a spoon

I am the egg

I am the spark

The fire in the dark

I am fertilized, fully actualized

A loaded gun

Born near the blood red sun

Born near the blood red sun

I am not ignorant

I am intelligent

I’m not an ape

I am the way

I am the truth

I am religion

I am politics

I am a psychoanalyst

I’m an inkblot shaped like Zeus

I’m not an egg

I’m a runny yolk

Got no faith I got no hope

I’m the joke of all existence

I am no one

Burning 'neath the blood red sun

Just a burning 'neath the blood red sun

I am the body and the blood

The earthquake and the flood

I am the cancer born and growing in each and everyone

To the beat of a blood red sun

To the beat of a blood red sun