Comedians (The)
Emerging
I am hungry but I'm not coldI'm starving but the suit keeps me warmAnd the light hits me full in the faceAs I assume my new and dreadful formKick an incubator openLike a flower in bloomSustenance, blessed sustenanceOozing from the tombI know that sleeping bodies hideSweet things insideAnd in the ever-present lightAnd in my ever-growing needsIf a man should crest the ridgeHe's gonna have to watch me feedBut no one's ever gonna comeAnd nobody's gonna knowI will sail home againConcealed among the upright walking menTo know that sleeping bodies hideSweet things inside
From Letras Mania