Song | Fetus |
Artist | Pagoda |
Album | Last Days (Bande Originale du Film) |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
I think of you floating in there | |
With not a shred of thought or care | |
of where you’re from or will be | |
Swimming inside the stomach of my baby | |
Oh little fetus waiting to meet us | |
with your first swallow of air | |
Hollow lung sucking up all the world’s despair | |
I fiend for more, I fiend for the core | |
Oh lore me back down | |
and down in that sound | |
I found it beneath the junk | |
Just a punk who’s sunk in too deep | |
I weep for me | |
For everyone who is and will never be | |
Hey yeah yeah | |
I never gave god much consider or thought | |
I fought that grip that he never caught | |
But the soul is something I couldn’t help but feel | |
It’s as real as the rain that wets | |
Fresh as the fur on our pets | |
You’re the only God and I believe in portion | |
And I’ll kill easy in one abortion | |
Foundation of my stife life, kiss me like a knife | |
With my dead God now and my dead now wife | |
And I think of you floating in there | |
and not a shred of through or care | |
of where you’re from or will be | |
Swimming inside the stomach of my baby | |
Little fetus went to meet us | |
You’re reborn in my head | |
Every time I hear my fear | |
Every tear my sad eye will drip | |
Every drop that runs past my lip | |
For every thought of good | |
that your death now benefits me | |
How could it benefit me? | |
Yeah, it benefits me |
I think of you floating in there | |
With not a shred of thought or care | |
of where you' re from or will be | |
Swimming inside the stomach of my baby | |
Oh little fetus waiting to meet us | |
with your first swallow of air | |
Hollow lung sucking up all the world' s despair | |
I fiend for more, I fiend for the core | |
Oh lore me back down | |
and down in that sound | |
I found it beneath the junk | |
Just a punk who' s sunk in too deep | |
I weep for me | |
For everyone who is and will never be | |
Hey yeah yeah | |
I never gave god much consider or thought | |
I fought that grip that he never caught | |
But the soul is something I couldn' t help but feel | |
It' s as real as the rain that wets | |
Fresh as the fur on our pets | |
You' re the only God and I believe in portion | |
And I' ll kill easy in one abortion | |
Foundation of my stife life, kiss me like a knife | |
With my dead God now and my dead now wife | |
And I think of you floating in there | |
and not a shred of through or care | |
of where you' re from or will be | |
Swimming inside the stomach of my baby | |
Little fetus went to meet us | |
You' re reborn in my head | |
Every time I hear my fear | |
Every tear my sad eye will drip | |
Every drop that runs past my lip | |
For every thought of good | |
that your death now benefits me | |
How could it benefit me? | |
Yeah, it benefits me |
I think of you floating in there | |
With not a shred of thought or care | |
of where you' re from or will be | |
Swimming inside the stomach of my baby | |
Oh little fetus waiting to meet us | |
with your first swallow of air | |
Hollow lung sucking up all the world' s despair | |
I fiend for more, I fiend for the core | |
Oh lore me back down | |
and down in that sound | |
I found it beneath the junk | |
Just a punk who' s sunk in too deep | |
I weep for me | |
For everyone who is and will never be | |
Hey yeah yeah | |
I never gave god much consider or thought | |
I fought that grip that he never caught | |
But the soul is something I couldn' t help but feel | |
It' s as real as the rain that wets | |
Fresh as the fur on our pets | |
You' re the only God and I believe in portion | |
And I' ll kill easy in one abortion | |
Foundation of my stife life, kiss me like a knife | |
With my dead God now and my dead now wife | |
And I think of you floating in there | |
and not a shred of through or care | |
of where you' re from or will be | |
Swimming inside the stomach of my baby | |
Little fetus went to meet us | |
You' re reborn in my head | |
Every time I hear my fear | |
Every tear my sad eye will drip | |
Every drop that runs past my lip | |
For every thought of good | |
that your death now benefits me | |
How could it benefit me? | |
Yeah, it benefits me |