This is a transmission from Amanda Ripley Mclaren I'm stranded in a ship that is barren But it is apparent That there's a visitor with the viciousest plan And I'm a fish in a barrel This isn't a Christmas Carol But if you could tell me Just what the dickens has happened And what this is that I'm tackling I'd be pretty thankful Lights flickering Life trickling Through the cracks in the corridor floors Is quite sickening No time for dithering, babbling Impotent panicking The impetus will drag us kicking and scrabbling Into the blackness I need my wits about me This bleeding bitch has found me! Come to think of it I really shouldn't spit so loudly Whoops!
[Hook]
This is survival of the fittest Survival of the vicious Survival of the wickedest and sickest! [X3] This is survival of the fittest Survival of the vicious Survival of the WICKEDEST...
[Verse 2]
Continued transmission from Amanda Ripley Mclaren The more I witness the madness The more that it is apparent. What evil hazardous demon hell is this? Is it a lucid dream of a weak, cardaverous human being With sleep paralysis? I'm none too keen to feed the ravenous beastly savages With creepy phalluses. Creeping round the ship 'Til my radar's beeping vanishes. Nothing seems as loud as my breathing pattern is. The teeniest sound could be the catalyst For the last battle of wills Between me and evil manifest. As i wander through the corridor The horrid gore conjures all the awful thing I've done I'm sorry for. I'm not an omnivore But I was one before the food chain collapsed I saw my colleagues' innards on the floor! But bring it if this ugly motherfucker wants some more! You're just one deformed ponce with a pompadour!
[Hook]
This is survival of the fittest Survival of the vicious Survival of the wickedest and sickest! [X3] This is survival of the fittest Survival of the vicious Survival of the WICKEDEST...
In space, nobody can hear you scream... [X4] In space... Scream all you like...