From the private ease of Mothers womb
I fall into the lighted room
I fall into the lighted room
Why don’t they simply put me back
where it is warm and wet and black?
where it is warm and wet and black?
But one thing follows on another
things were different inside Mother
things were different inside Mother
Padded and jolly I would ride
the perfect comfort of her inside
the perfect comfort of her inside
They truck me in a rustling bed
I lie there, raging, small and red
I may sleep soon, I may forget
But I wont forget that I regret
But I wont forget that I regret
A rain of blood poured round her womb
But all time roars outside this room
But all time roars outside this room
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