We were fuckin' around on the moon
When I told you I got something in my womb
And it doesn't belong to you
An infant whose world is blissfully skewed
Seems as if I'm swimming
Within myself these days
Taste myself now that I'm inside
There is a hint of someone who has died
And it smells of false conception
Flavor of myself I do not care to mention
Seems as if I'm swimming
Within myself these days
We were fuckin' around on the moon
When I told you I got something in my womb
And it doesn't belong to you
An infant whose world is blissfully skewed
Seems as if I'm swimming
Within myself these days