| I’ll never let you get under my skin
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| Unless you already did
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| I know some monsters come from within
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| One of which I’ll never be rid
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| Crash landed, and Houston we have a problem
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| Cracked open a planet, and a pandemic caught us
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| Swallowed whole, the moment it marked us
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| Scarred us, turned us inside out and mocked us
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| Walked around in our skin, with a cadaverous mask
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| Can’t even let the dead rest and leave the past in the past
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| I’m glad that I’m aptly strapped with plasma gats
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| Deadly to wipe off my feet on these hazardous mats
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| Maybe I’m haunted by my tragic past
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| But I’ll rip my demons limb from limb 'till I’m fresh outta gas
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| Sorry but I had to vent just now
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| So if you’re crawling through an air duct, Hunker down
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| I mean it, keep to yourself or you’ll be placed in stasis
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| Cuz the dead have yet to remain dead, they’re graveless
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| Now I’m up to my neck in this, hardly fight 'em off
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| My name is Isaac Clarke, and I’m soon signing off
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| Survival’s all I’ve left to do
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| As you become nothin' but memory
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| I know that I was never dead to you
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| But I’ll move forward because you’re dead to me
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| I guess I let you get under my skin
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| For death, I have an affinity
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| We all keep some demons within
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| Which we supress with divinity
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| What happens when you’re lackin' resources
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| And you’re a hack, neck deep in external forces
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| For sure, Ishimura could not afford this
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| So rife with strife, and no life insurance
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| But now we’re wound up tight like a corset
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| Of corpses, guts ruptured — it’s abhorrent
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| Shoulder blades made literal, form distorted
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| Into an awful entity — sentience unimportant
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| Carnage this visceral could never last
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| Natural selection nobody’s gettin' past
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| My degree in engineering — mechanic
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| But now I’m second guessing, wish I went with genetics
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| Is everyone demented, defective, infected
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| I stare death in the face and yet, I’m irreverent
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| Perseverance, keepin' me movin
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| And just the memory of you is keepin' me human
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| Survival’s all I’ve left to do
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| As you become nothin' but memory
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| I know that I was never dead to you
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| But I’ll move forward.
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| Why bother screaming
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| Don’t see the point
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| No one will hear it
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| We’re in the void
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| As I drift into darkness
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| Doom is drawing near me
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| And all along I’m screamin'
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| But nobody hears me
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| Survival’s all I’ve left to do
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| As you become nothin' but memory
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| I know that I was never dead to you
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| But I’ll move forward
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| Because you’re dead to me.
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| Because you’re dead to me. |