Fetus
(Michael Pitt/ Pagoda)
I think of you floating in there
And not a shred of thought or care
Of where you’re from or will be
Swimming inside the stomach of my baby
Little fetus went to meet us With your first swallow of air
Hollow lungs sucking on all of the world’s despair
I fiend for more, I fiend for the core
All on my back down and down in that sound
I found it beneath the junk
Just a punk who sunk in too deep
I weep for me, for everyone who is and will never be
Hey yeah yeah
Never gave, got much, consider or thought
I fought that grip that you never caught
But the soul of something I couldn’t help but feel
It’s real as the rain that wets as fresh as the fur on our pets
You’re the only God and I believe in portion
And I’ll kill you easy one, abortion
Foundation of my strife life, kiss me like a knife
Am I dead now, God am I dead now?
Yeah, yeah, yeah…
I think of you floating in there
And not a shred of thought or care
Of where you’re from or where you will be
Swimming inside the stomach of my baby
Little fetus went to meet us You were born in my headEvery time I hear my fear
Every tear my sad eye will drip
Every drop that runs past my lip
For every thought occurred That your death now benefits me
How could it benefit me?
It benefits me…
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