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
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