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pochette album Mama, i'm swollen
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Date de parution : 10/03/2009

Durée : 0:03:2

Style : Rock



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I was alone, i was at home
'til the fabric was torn
The cord was cut
My orbit had begun

I was a simple being
I was simply being
Until i caught my own reflection
In a spoon

I am the egg, i am the spark
The fire in the dark
I am fertilized, fully actualized
A loaded gun

Born 'neath the blood red sun
Born 'neath the blood red sun

I am not ignorant, i am intelligent
I'm not an ape, i am the way, i am the truth
I am religion, i am politics, i am a psychoanalyst
I'm an inkblot shaped like zeus

I'm not an egg, i'm a runny yolk
Got no faith, i got no hope
I'm the joke of all existence
I am no one

Burning beneath the blood red sun
Just a burning beneath the blood red sun

I am the body and the blood
The earthquake and the flood
I am the cancer born
And growing in each and everyone

To the beat of a blood red sun
To the beat of a blood red sun

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