Mirah and the Spectratone International - Gestation of the Sacred Beetle lyrics

My mother made for me this pair of perfect womb A modeled lair Where I will grow and eat my share Of pastry rich beyond compare With pressure needs and shapes she will The foods I feed she has compelled In shapely sustenance I dwell This lace laid nest My carousel She leaves me bust and by the sun I incubate quick and become I hatch a babe A newly grub Who praises made in mother's love Upon my birth See what I found A stair courteous feast abound These alimentary gifts in doubt What rudiment excess allows And I begin to relax repeat In fatter life is but to eat Into the fruit but not the rind Consumed and fattened up sublime Till I'm in full urges I posses Become a loose and amber flesh Of sober beauty make me swoon While I await the turning moon Emerge and twill thou concentrate While August rains precipitate The softening bye which I elate Burst forth a gleam to meet my fate The joyous of life I'll drink so sweet Before it's time again to eat But soon the victory wools I greet Begin my scour of life complete