Lyrics to Creatures

The past affair says it's a slip

Lay close, lay close

Drum up a fever in your pulse

Holy results



Oh...

No no, creatures!

Ah...

No no, creatures!



It is the ritualistic sort

The ceiling caught

To cut metallic bodies up

It starts and stops



Oh...

No no, creatures!

Ah...

No no, creatures!



Oh the feverish incline

The ritualistic kind

The composites now cut

Metallic bodies bind

No no creatures