Push

Stretched like a catheter shuffling out of the womb
I found a way out, I cut my way out, I found a way out and I took no one with me
Shouting what kind of place is this, I think it’s home

Birthed on a hill, on hill, on a hill in the mud
I danced with mayhem, I danced with mayhem
I dance with mayhem as she said, “god help me push.”
No! I’m not impressed I’m awake, yeah, hey I’m awake yea
I’ve seen a thousand eyes and learned to scream