I was born in a swampnI was born with no clothes onnI was born in a swampnI was born with no clothes onnI broke off and became something breathingnI was fast; there were packs I was leading nI was born in a swampnI was born with no clothes onnnTripped out the devil spoke to me nThrough my high fingertipsnWhich were in the groundnThe same beneath you nownWhich means I’m alivenWhich means I’m not deadnThis god of your holy books I do not agree with himnI will not be one more servant nI will not bow to anything nNot a puff of smoke or the flash of a turning mirrornLet’s talk about your real fearsnLike that you might actually be all alonenNo happy heavenly home nTo return to god, dispenser of judgmental pencil shavingsnHe’s got baggies full for younBut I’ve got a planet packed with proofnnOh, to understandnYou must spend time alonenTo comprehendnYou must spend time alonenTo be togethernWe must spend time alonennAnd I am the only thing that's controlling nMy functions, my habits, and hands nAnd I’m alone in the vastnessnHollow vacuumnI take my chancesnAnd I am holding all my horses tightnWe’ve become breathlessly darknAnd we're coming up for lightnnI have cobwebs for mapsnI’m walking in circles again nI’m walking in circles again nI’m walking in circles again nI’m walking in circles again nnI have cobwebs for maps