Paroles de Fish in a Womb

there’s a slice in my neck it’s been there since before I was born i was breathing like a fish in a womb in a tank full of fluid i did nine months til the doc, cut me loose my mother was filled with popcorn soaked in strawberry hill pools everyday is like the first but with a harder head everyday is like the first but with a harder head that slice in my neck it’s oozing jelly clear as glass between my fingers and my thumb it’ll stretch for inches between the bones everyday is like the first but with a harder head everyday is like the first but with a harder head