Yeah you havin' fun in the spiral birth factory
Symbols of the unborn moving on a tight grid of Freemasonic Rite
You havin fun in a tight grid of the pleasure
Swimmin' in the architecture of the spiral birth factory
Those stepped larval terraces of the spiral birth factory
Those stepped ritual terraces and those color coded spheres
Yeah, you havin fun in the space.
The pale blue serum of the spiral birth factory
The stepped fetal terraces of the spiral birth factory
The stepped blue terraces of that endocolonial pleasure
Yeah yeah yeah.
Strung on the grid of the hatching cells,
The blind and pale jaws of the hatching cells
Yeah, the blind and pale jaws of the vast command structure
Oh yeah.
The pale blind jaws of the pupa in their cells
The tight blind grid of That which is Always Greater,
Strung off into eclipse -- some might call it alien
Yeah you havin' fun fun fun in the spiral birth factory.
