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...