Cross my fingers, and hope I don't die
Stuck a needle pretty deep in the middle of my eye
trouble seems to love me and I don't know why
now I'm makin' creeps bleed til their cries dwarf mine

Name's Isaac Clark, FIRST RESPONSE.
Cursed and blessed to be the best at the job, nobody wants
not fine as my mind's infested, a ghost hosed my thoughts
and I'm here to control the plague, and I'll do so at any cost

I'm mad, and I'm armor clad, an incredibly gifted grad
and been trying' to find my dad, lost 'em when I was just a lad
it's so sad, but not so fast, I barely knew what I had
so if he's not in the next one, I guess it won't be so bad

Inspect 'cause I need to check, I'm bedecked, from the chest to neck
The Rig's red and wrecked, and the spec is how threat tested's the tech
Wait A sec, so I break a sweat, I'm so next, so I hit the deck
Then I step, as a pest to sects, and reject my respect to CEC

AND DETECT, ditch defense, so I switch to the secondary
a rapider rate of fire is quite often not necessary
it varies, but barely any, it's scary, but temporary
it turns out that many monster are fairly easy to bury

Just gotta know where to hit 'em
Just gotta know where to split 'em
Just gotta know what to do
but in any case, can't permit 'em

to get, BACK UP
Don't get no BACK UP
so shit just STACKS UP
you start to CRACK UP

when other fuckers get cornered they tend to act up
A fact, and it really sucks
So many already dead, but thats now this chap cuts
I do that with plasma

My cutter will gut a mother like knives'll run right through butter
I mutter, while Stalkers stutter and shriek through the bloody sputter
Take cover, and watch 'em suffer, my bloodthirst has turned to hunger
Must muster another Hunter, dismember the motherfucker

I can't seem to catch a break, I'm tired, yeah, but they're not
I running, gunning, hands are shaking, hiding in the tram dock
I made a grave mistake, the baddest Slasher on the damn block
without a route to take, he knocked my ass up out the airlock

line it up nice, head shot, and the head pops
lopping off limbs, skinning swings and flip-flops
Knock it off balance, til' it sways and then drops
curb stomp the stump until the movement stays stopped

A shop, a store, got what I'm looking for
Packing better planet-cracker Black & Dekker, couldn't ask for more
Grab a flamethrower, blowtorch, headin' out the door
'cause I plan on barbecuing me a little Necromorph

Cross my fingers, and hope I don't die
Stuck a needle pretty deep in the middle of my eye
trouble seems to love me and I don't know why
now I'm makin' creeps bleed til their cries dwarf mine (x2)


I am worn, and torqued, and torn, right into my core
I am forty-four, or forty-six? Can't be sure.
out in space there are no days, no ways to take score
So I base on my face and the greys as they form

Take out swarms, and crush 'em all, I ain't shopping in the mall
I am chopping, wasting stasis, clock stopping in the hall
Ceaseless Wheezers, beam kinesis, straight up shock 'em til they fall
Shooting Brutes and "seeker" Leapers, Lurkers crawling in The Sprawl

Pent up bent up in vents with indents and dents in the bends
where the pregnant predators tend to be spreading dread with their friends
It incenses senses relentlessly tends to blend with events
that extend a hand as you helplessly mend, descend and pretend

IT'S THE END

and despite the fight I feel that I've failed
my hail of fire efforts pale compared to an affair of this scale
and though it's fun to be smashing bastards, I wish this train would just derail
but the disaster fastened much faster and I cannot bail.

And I am miserable.
Eviscerate, cause it's Visceral.
Literal, I fix this shit, 'cause it's critical
irritable, I got these things in my peripheral
hysterical, 'cause all my problems, they be clerical

Numerical, as in too many to run from
So I'll just hold up in the corner, all these punks can come and get some
It wasn't at the start, but eradication's now my mission
I won't leave this fucking place until this cancer's in remission.

Line gun, find one, let out mines and find none
When I run into a Divider, the Ripper divide them
So then when the time comes, the Hive Mind will die son
Ironic that killing monsters's the monster that I've become

and I'm numb, but I am trying, I'm dying to shake it off
Beat the heat for at least a week before having my way with Hoth
I am Isaac Clarke, and it's time to be signing off
And there are no situations that I cannot resolve.