The Horror Vacui by Atlas At Last Lyrics

Stare from the hull whose eyes are ports sunken in like counting craters
Aged theories for bad behaviors – and to which are you prescribed?
Blackest bile expeditionist turned to conquest
I keep counting my fingers
I keep counting one two three four, one two three, one two, one
Can we get a clean margin?
Or is it radial in all directions?
What are the means, and where are the ends?
The Horror Vacui colors in my brains and my skin
Well, did I mention the atmosphere is sickly there, and non-existent here?
Can we get a clean margin?
Blackbody radiator
As told by the unreliable narrator
Blackbody radiator
You are so incandescent
From the not too distant lymphatic system
They were staging invasions all the while remaining hidden
Arriving via a time dilated vessel
At a routine check point in the cell cycle, they failed the first level
I can feel the nest in my trunk
It splinters from me in numbing shards and watches my every move
Trace the regression back
Diagnose the coordinates
Isolate the mutation
Suspend my animation
In the narrow-band…
From in the narrow-band
Within the narrow-band