Lyrics Isaac - Omar Rodríguez-López

Isaac

Pounds of filth, on the back of myself
Evil cannot smile
Tentacles, they are cellular
There’s hidden demise
Aren’t they nice?
Ohh
Aren’t they nice?
Ohh
Weeks of wait, will the doctor say yes
Or no to us?
Even so, I will always love you
Tomorrow is fear
Ain’t it nice?
Ohh
My device, it will call
My demise
You pray and hound you cry
Silent whimpers through the night
I know its hard, yet accept that we’ll be
What it is, molds of goo
Rotting in my bloodstream
They swim in me
Aren’t they nice?
Ohh
Ain’t it nice?
Ohh
My demise