I am hungry but I'm not cold
I'm starving but the suit keeps me warm
And the light hits me full in the face
As I assume my new and dreadful form

Kick an incubator open
Like a flower in bloom
Sustenance, blessed sustenance
Oozing from the tomb
I know that sleeping bodies hide
Sweet things inside

And in the ever-present light
And in my ever-growing needs
If a man should crest the ridge
He's gonna have to watch me feed

But no one's ever gonna come
And nobody's gonna know
I will sail home again
Concealed among the upright walking men
To know that sleeping bodies hide
Sweet things inside

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