There were tentacles and wires
There were no lights, no fires
Then a hand slipped through
The womb of thick black goo
Take my hand! Take my hand!
I need you now before I can stand
Flesh slipped through the oily canal
Not quite what I’d call natural
Are we all alone among these stars?
Am I stuck here with all these scars?
With no home left to return to?
Just darkness, no lights, no view
These mutated beasts draw near
And we’ve succumbed to our fear
Blow torches in hand, hungering for skin
Escape now, the wrath of the ugly twin
Get inside if you want to live, eject, eject!
This darkness is not what you expect!
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