Creature Songtext
von Pileup

Beneath the dying palms
He′s lying down upon the hot concrete
He thinks he'll end it all
The pavement′s melting underneath his feet

And all alone the creature stands
All alone although with friends

The seething writhing kind
He never wanted it to be this way
You won't believe his mind
His hair is falling out and turning grey

So old the creature stands
So old his back it bends


His hands are getting cold
He finds it funny hiding from the sun
He's got a heart of gold
But he′s a devil with that silver tongue

So small the creature stands
So small and yet a man

Can′t feel his mother's eyes
They′ve nearly sunken into deep despair
Her garden grew so high
She had no choice but to just stay right there

So cracked the creature's hands
So cracked they never mend

He starts to fade away
He′s talking quickly to get to the end
The band begins to play
But all he hears is how it could have been


I'm lost the creature cries
So lost though hard I try
I′m lost the creature cries
So lost