In the beginning there was semen,
In a deep mound of flesh,
And a crest that traveled,
On a wave of their own mess.
Through a tunnel of mucus,
And onto a vault,
With tourists and traffic,
I just paced myself.
Not I as my whole self,
Just the half that I had,
Before greeting the rest,
Of my better half.
A connection was made,
Through the shared love of science,
And vows were taken,
A seat was hired.
A cavern of fluid,
Brought shape to my hide,
In the months that remain,
To the time of my life.
Add flash for the reason,
Was spilling from the crack,
To the palms of the doctor,
To a towel full of scraps.
My brains wouldn't fit,
Through organ sex,
An incision was made,
With a scalpel and mess.
Taken from AlbumSongAndLyrics.comI should have noticed the beauty,
And not how it hurt,
Wet like a cherry,
In the bloodbath of birth.