| The Egg |
|---|
| On and on it goes |
| Stealing all familiar |
| Answers to the questions, |
| Defeating our intentions. |
| Erasing all the lines |
| On the timelines of our |
| Future destinations |
| And rigid occupations. |
| Every sixty seconds wasted |
| Still brings us a minute further. |
| Farther from the egg |
| The ego |
| Id |
| The question is |
| How foreign? |
| Making love I |
| Feel as though |
| I’d like to fuck |
| My way into the womb |
| And spend the afternoon. |
| Stranger as you go |
| Seems the more you learn |
| The less and less |
| And less and less you know. |
| Every sixty seconds wasted |
| Still brings us a minute further. |
| Farther from the egg |
| The ego |
| Id |
| The question is |
| How foreign? |
| On and on it goes. |
| Seems the more you learn |
| The less and less |
| And less and less you know. |
