| 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 |