No gravity. No permanence.
No universe. No evidence.
It’s obvious. It’s in the room.
It’s in your mouth. It’s in your womb.
She’s coming out. She’s looking good.
She’s you and me. She’s understood.
Cosmic abortion, cosmic abortion. Cut out the star-child. It’s malignant.
Cosmic abortion, cosmic abortion. Cut out the star-child. I’m indignant.