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Mama, I'm Swollen lyrics
I was alone
I was at home
'Till the fabric was torn
The cord was cut
The orbit had begun
I was a simple being
I was simply being
'Till 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 'neath a blood red sun
Born 'neath a 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
Burnin' 'neath a blood red sun
Just a-burnin' 'neath a blood red sun
I am the body
And the blood
The earthquake and the flood
I'm 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
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- Track 9 on Mama, I'm Swollen
- 8 Let Me Up
- 10 What Have I Done?
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