The Expidition
Rabbit Junk Lyrics

I have decided to record what will surely be the last hours of my life
The singer is resigned to their impending death and chooses to leave a record of their experience.

I am the sole survivor of the expedition
The singer is the only one who survived the expedition.

So far I have been able to find some safety in this chamber
The singer has found some temporary shelter in a chamber.

But I know the barred door won′t hold much longer
The artist knows that the door won't hold against whatever is coming.

The creature loomed before us
The expedition was confronted by a creature.

Resplendent in wickedness
The creature was imposing and malevolent.

But invisible to our senses
The creature was invisible and undetectable by their senses.

We grasped at nothingness
The expedition futilely tried to fight an unseen enemy.

I'm no longer sure of what day it is
The artist is disoriented and unaware of the passage of time.

Or how long I have been trapped here
The artist is unsure of how long they have been trapped in the chamber.

I hold no hope for rescue
The singer does not expect to be rescued.

My only hope is that the information in this recording May help the next expedition stop this terror That has killed us all
The artist hopes that their recording will assist future expeditions in stopping the creature that killed their group.

Frozen and timeless Encysted, dormant, dessicated Drawn to the heat Of the life-glow and death exhausted Friction then impact Awakened by the penetration Mindless but omnipotent Driven by the only truth
The creature was dormant and awakened by the heat and friction of the expedition's presence. It is single-minded and powerful.

Light bends around the dripping sphere I feel it penetrate into my deepest fear It is invisible but it′s breathing I can hear I can feel it's tongue rasping at my inner ear Mighty tentacles wrap 'round my neck It tries to take me in but I must not let it How do we fight what cannot even see How do we fight when we can′t even breath
The singer describes an encounter with the creature which involves it using stealth and physical force to attack them.

Bastard Creature Spawned of chaos old
The creature is characterized as a monstrous and chaotic being.

When it′s all done you'll be a part of me Circulating systemically Horror unfolds in the silent cold I′ll never release my hold
The creature assimilates its prey and will not let go.

It drank deeply of our essence Showing itself in a crimson plume Prolonging the exquisite agony Showing us the future as it consumed
The creature feeds on the expedition and shows them possible future outcomes as it drains their life force.

The creature proved invulnerable to our weapons, All attempts to destroy the thing were fruitless It drove us deeper into the catacombs And then picked us off one by one It is almost completely invisible Until it feeds
The expedition was unable to harm the creature, which continued to attack and kill them one by one.

Searching the airless wastes Its thirst grew on through the eons Now its lust is only matched By the numbers of screaming fluid sacks Oblivious to the haunting threat Defenseless against attack Picked off one by one Embraced by the star born horror
The creature's hunger is insatiable, it preys on helpless organisms, and is itself impervious to harm. Its victims are helpless against it.

Alien mind with earthly intent Tissue and plasma and intellect Your mind and body it will both infect You're the nutrient it has come to collect As it feeds its form comes to light Gelatinous veins and brains shining bright Your flesh is infested Your mind is bested Defenses tested Nothing is wasted
The creature infects and assimilates its prey, using their mind and body as food. Its form is visible during feeding, and its victims' bodies are consumed completely.

It has been steadily exerting force on the door The ancient timbers are beginning to splinter Whoever finds this, I implore you The catacombs must be sealed shut I fear that the energy the beast has consumed Are for reproductive purposes
The creature is attempting to escape and may be using the energy it has consumed to reproduce. The artist urges closing the catacombs to prevent it from getting out.

I will not go Back to the cold I will not go Back to the cold
The artist is determined not to die or be consumed by the creature.