Timid Creature Songtext
von cookie meat

From scriptured folklore I emerge
Adorned in closed roads and cloaked in falling fur
Corner bound, I lurk and loom
And peer out from my habitat of solitude

So rally your mobs with torches and spears
And I′ll beam out directions so you can all find me here
Tie me down to a hospital bed
And with pleasure and pride you'll divulge what′s under my flesh

As you vivisect me
You will see
Your final findings
Are a bit bored


So I will not be lured toward that couch
Where I'll sink in and you'll tear the fear right out my mouth
If you do want to see my whole mind
The unspooling of my skull will probably sound something like-

Maybe I′ll imbue some more dissonance
But I feel you′re clever enough to get the hint
If I scatter my spit as you collect the drops
When the vial's full you′ll quietly ask me to stop

As you insurrect me
You will see
All I am saying
Is really nothing you'd want to write home about

So scribble out your notes
And forget what you scrawled down
It′s all counterfeit experience
Painted upon flimsy beige bricks
Is this really something you think you would miss?