When I Was Done Dying Dan Deacon

[Verse 1]
When I was done dying, my conscience regained
So I began my struggle, a nothingness strained
Out a flash made of time, my new form blasted out
And it startled me so and I burst out a shout

At which my legs ran frantic like birds from a nest
And I ran until drained leaving no choice but rest
So I fell asleep softly at the edge of a cave
But I should have gone deeper, but I'm not so brave

And like that I was torn out and thrown in the sky
And I said all my prayers because surely I'll die
As I crashed down and smashed into Earth, into dirt
How my skin did explode leaving only my shirt

But from shirt grew a tree and then tree grew a fruit
And I became the seed and that seed was a brute
And I clawed through the ground with my roots and my leaves
And I tore up the shirt and I ate up the sleeves

And they laughed out at me and said "what is your plan?"
But their question was foreign I could not understand
When then suddenly I'm ripped up and placed into a mouth
And it swallowed me down at which time I head south, so I said