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emerging --mike woj A A D I am hungry, but I'm not cold. D F#m I'm starving, but the suit keeps me warm. A E and the light hits me full in the face F#m D as I assume my new and dreadful form. A 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 I know that sleeping bodies hide sweet things inside. A and in the ever present light and in my ever growing needs if a man should crest the ridge, he's going to have to watch me feed. but no one's ever gonna come and nobody's gonna know I will sail home again concealed among the upright walking men to know that sleeping bodies hide sweet things inside.