The Mountain Goats - Emerging lyrics

I am hungry, but I'm not cold I'm starving, but the suit keeps me warm And the light hits me full in the face As I a**ume my new and dreadful form Kick an incubator open Like a flower in bloom; Sustenance, blessed sustenance Oozing from the tomb... I know that sleeping bodies hide Sweet things inside And in the ever-present light And in my ever-growing needs... If a man should crest the ridge He's gonna 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...