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 til 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 near the blood red sun born near 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 neath the blood red sun just a burning neath 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