Another sinking baby into the mud
I\'m lost in another state of repressed memory
Let the earth muffle my sound and whispers of grief
And let another Jesus bear my blessing when I\'m broken
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Losing in the game for my conscience
Lesser and lesser the drain must pull my urge
Until it becomes submerged under apathetic covers
White pupils and another day lost to myself
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Somewhere I kick and fidget and scratch
Clawing out of womb
Out of my womb
What\'s mine is yours
Let me out of your womb
What\'s yours is never mine
Let me feed without umbilical
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Crouching
Fetal
Crying
Nestling
I\'m back in the Mud Hole
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