The Egg - Apollo Sunshine

On and on it goes

Stealing all familiar

Answers to the questions,

Defeating our intentions.

Erasing all the lines

On the timelines of our

Future destinations

And rigid occupations.

Every sixty seconds wasted

Still brings us a minute further.

Farther from the egg

The ego

Id

The question is

How foreign?

Making love I

Feel as though

I’d like to fuck

My way into the womb

And spend the afternoon.

Stranger as you go

Seems the more you learn

The less and less

And less and less you know.

Every sixty seconds wasted

Still brings us a minute further.

Farther from the egg

The ego

Id

The question is

How foreign?

On and on it goes.

Seems the more you learn

The less and less

And less and less you know.