I was born in a swamp   I was born with no clothes on   I was born in a swamp   I was born with no clothes on   I broke off and became something breathing   I was fast; there were packs I was leading    I was born in a swamp   I was born with no clothes on      Tripped out the devil spoke to me    Through my high fingertips   Which were in the ground   The same beneath you now   Which means I’m alive   Which means I’m not dead   This god of your holy books I do not agree with him   I will not be one more servant    I will not bow to anything    Not a puff of smoke or the flash of a turning mirror   Let’s talk about your real fears   Like that you might actually be all alone   No happy heavenly home    To return to god, dispenser of judgmental pencil shavings   He’s got baggies full for you   But I’ve got a planet packed with proof      Oh, to understand   You must spend time alone   To comprehend   You must spend time alone   To be together   We must spend time alone      And I am the only thing that's controlling    My functions, my habits, and hands    And I’m alone in the vastness   Hollow vacuum   I take my chances   And I am holding all my horses tight   We’ve become breathlessly dark   And we're coming up for light      I have cobwebs for maps   I’m walking in circles again    I’m walking in circles again    I’m walking in circles again    I’m walking in circles again       I have cobwebs for maps