A A D I am hungry, but I'm not cold. D F#m I'm starving, but the suit keeps me warm A E7sus4 and the light hits me full in the face F#m D A as I assume my new and dreadful form A D kick an incubator open D F#m and like a flower in bloom A sustenance, blessed sustenance Bm D oozing from the tomb D A F#m D A I know that sleeping bodies hide sweet things inside A D and in the ever present light D F#m and in my ever growing needs A E7sus4 if a man should crest the ridge F#m D Dsus2 A he's going to have to watch me feed. A D but no one's ever gonna come D F#m and nobody's gonna know A E7sus4 I will sail home again F#m D A concealed among the upright walking men D A F#m D A to know that sleeping bodies hide sweet things inside.
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