Omar Rodríguez-López
Isaac
[Verse 1]
Pounds of filth, on the back of myself
Evil cannot smile
Tentacles, they are cellular
There's hidden demise

[Chorus 1]
Aren’t they nice? Ohh
Aren't they nice? Ohh

[Verse 2]
Weeks of wait, will the doctor say yes
Or no to us?
Even so, I will always love you
Tomorrow is fear

[Chorus 2]
Ain't it nice? Ohh
My device, it will call
My demise

[Verse 3]
You pray and hound you cry
Silent whimpers through the night
I know its hard, yet accept that we’ll be
What it is, molds of goo
Rotting in my bloodstream
They swim in me
[Chorus 1]
Aren't they nice? Ohh
Ain't it nice? Ohh
My demise