So tired of being bored in this belly
It's cold and it's dark and I seem
To be wasting my time
Guessing these games in my head
And I'm sure they're not kind
Oh, what can I do? Moving with you
There's no way, this could be true
I'm dreading to wonder
When I fall into slumber, will I rise?
And I feel that these walls are
Just trying to lock me inside
And I see an old crow who's
Black and bold and he sings
There's a terrible seam and
If you wish and you dream you can find
Guessing, these games in my head
Well I'm sure they're not kind
Oh, what can I do? Moving with you
There's no way, this could be true
There's a place, I must find
Outside this womb of mine
And there's a place where I must go
Where a mad mind tells no woes
But now I'll stay alone
This is not my home