Sanguinar (Threat Or Food)

(Intro) [Spoken] "Log 42. Site B. We thought the sedation was holding. We thought they were just… fragile. Pale things of the polar dark. We took the samples and we played God in a concrete box. But you can’t cage something that views the world as a buffet. And it doesn't know what we are... They just know we're warm." ... (Verse 1) Black blades of grass under a charcoal ceiling A world where the wind has a predatory feeling We touched down in the jungle, where the frost turns ink And we didn’t even blink before we pushed it to the brink. We saw them in the mist, eyes like dying stars We put them in the hold, we put them behind bars But they don’t know a handshake, they don’t know a plea (We only know the rhythm of the pulse we can see.) (Pre-Chorus) It’s a reflex, a hunger-driven drive In a world of frost, only the coldest survive (And they brought that cold inside the lab) Now the surgeon’s the specimen the fangs will stab... (Chorus) Sanguinar—the hunger in the grey Where the shadow drinks the light and the hunters start the day It’s not a rescue, it’s not a break It’s just a calculation of how much they can take... Threat or food? That's the only choice they make Sanguinar—now we're the ones they take, Not a war, not a planned attack Just a carnivore’s hunger coming violently back... (Verse 2) They aren't screaming for freedom, they aren't fighting for rights They're just circling the flicker of emergency lights The sirens are screaming, the hallways are dead The white tiles are painting themselves a deep red. They don't see a doctor. They don't see a friend They just see your heat and a means to an end We forgot the law of the polar deep: (Something is always awake while you sleep.) (Bridge) The samples got out. The vials smashed. The hierarchy of the base—utterly trashed. It’s not a rebellion. It’s not a revolt. It’s just a starving animal... Hitting the bolt! [Spoken] "If you find this... don't come looking. Don't send a rescue team. Because to us... sorry... them, a rescue party... Is just a fresh delivery." (Chorus) Sanguinar—the hunger in the grey We played with fire, now we pay Sanguinar—the silence is awake, And the apex is finally off the chain... Threat or food? That's the only choice they make It’s not research, it’s just a mistake Black grass. Grey skies. And a hunger that never truly dies. (Outro) [Spoken - the same voice from earlier but now sounds slightly different, distorted, echoing a little] "Log 43. Final entry. The team is gone. I’m the only one left in the control room. Funny thing... I can feel them now. Not in the halls... but in the marrow. In the gaps between my thoughts." "...You are not the doctor anymore..." [Intake of breath] [End]