Mountain Goats, The
Emerging
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 faceas I assume my new and dreadful form.Kick an incubator openlike a flower in bloom;Sustenance, blessed sustenanceoozing from the tomb...I know that sleeping bodies hidesweet 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 againconcealed among the upright walking men.To know that sleeping bodies hidesweet things inside...
From Letras Mania