A scream echoes through the corridor Then nothing I get out White silence I slowly walk to the mother commander's cabin Door's open, lock seems to have melt A disfigured corpse lies in its blood I sound the alarm The nightmare begins We gather like rats, afraid Masks off, everybody panics We turn back to our primitive instincts, survival Hear them grunt like apes This isn't human work Mother nature is telling us Each one shall remain at its place Nature always prevails My wisdom enslaved to rentability, fuck Enslaved Running through the red bathed corridors Atmosphere is charged with dread, heavy Hull of the cargo creaks I look above An icy silence echoes in the ventilation ducts And so the hunt begins Which of us will end up on top of the food chain?