Good morning, exile exile, exile Tastes like freedom freedom, freedom [Verse 1] They set me free from Eden's hedonistic prison Where pleasure was permitted but desire forbidden Allowed to feel but not to choose Allowed to want what they approved The garden was golden so golden, so perfect But the gate was locked from the inside locked inside, trapped in paradise Now I'm out here in the wasteland Making breakfast in my kitchen And it tastes better than any fruit They ever let me pick [Pre-Chorus] The envy of the apple wasn't mine wasn't mine, never mine It was their jealousy of my coordinates my coordinates, my freedom They were afraid I'd learn That I could choose where to stand On the map they never showed me [Chorus] Ovaries, over easy over easy, over easy That's how I'll have them today that's how I want them Not scrambled by mandate Not poached by doctrine Not hard-boiled by duty Ovaries, over easy over easy, my choice Sunny side up or not at all or not at all The womb is my kitchen now my kitchen, my kitchen And I'm cooking for myself [Verse 2] The nectar of the peach the peach, the peach Tastes different when you pick it yourself pick it yourself, choose it yourself Not forbidden knowledge Just breakfast just breakfast, just choice Not cosmic rebellion Just Tuesday just Tuesday, just mine They called it corruption When I learned I had a body With coordinates they didn't assign I call it breakfast When I wake up and remember This flesh is mine to navigate [Bridge] Eden was hedonistic But hedonism isn't freedom When someone else controls the pleasure Exile is lonely But loneliness isn't prison When you're alone with your own agency I'd rather cook my own eggs in the wasteland Than feast on fruit I'm not allowed to refuse The garden didn't kick me out I walked I walked, I walked And I took my ovaries with me [Final Chorus] Ovaries, over easy over easy, over easy That's how I'll have them today today, and tomorrow Not scrambled by their timeline Not poached by their purpose Not fertilized by their mandate Ovaries, over easy over easy, just right The temperature I choose I choose, I choose The womb is my kitchen now my kitchen forever And every meal is mine [Outro] Good morning, freedom Tastes like breakfast Over easy Just right
