I had a womb. I had a womb of my own in my old home, I had a womb. I was in a constant state of falling. I heard, the ground was calling calling. Oh and I knew... I had a room. I had a room of my own in my old home, I had a room. I lay underneath the sapphire ceiling and underneath the plastic star-glow. I drew a hundred pictures in an hour's time, the images poured in through my eyes. Oh and I knew... I had a tomb. I had a tomb of my own in my old home, I had a tomb. I was in a constant state of falling. I read a hundred stories in an hour's time, the chapters poured in through my mind. Oh and I knew... That it would happen again. And it would happen again. It would happen again.