Pagoda

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