Lyrics Creep On Creepin' On - Timber Timbre
From
your
chair,
my
narative
tonight
is
your
dickless
cousin,
brother,
father,
pet,
friend,
husband
or
wife
A
lavender
scent
A
bone-orchard
of
hearts
seems
to
surround
you
As
you
stare
each
gift
horse
straight
in
the
mouth
Stare
my
arrow
down
I
was
invited,
I
was
called
out
To
watch
you
frolic
And
dance
Oh,
I
buried
my
head
in
my
hands
I
buried
my
heart
there
in
the
sand
I
was
cock-blocked,
cured,
encharmed
I
was
ferociously
put
upon
until
it
was
clear
I
should
not
keep
on,
I'll
just
creep
on
creepin'
on
Yes
I
will,
I'll
not
keep
on
I'll
just
creep
on
creepin'
on
Fell
out
of
this
station
to
levitate
your
bed
And
move
her
hair
on
to
my
chest
Exposing
her
neck
And
I
tear
through
Put
you
into
my
arms
And
my
stomach
dropped
As
you
shifted
me
off
to
stop
The
ectoplasm
coiled
like
a
hovering
halo
of
smoke
And
our
beloved
invention
is
conjured
each
night
in
your
throat
Oh,
I
buried
my
head
in
my
hands
I
buried
my
heart
there
in
the
sand
I
was
cock-blocked,
cured,
encharmed
I
was
ferociously
put
upon
until
it
was
clear
I
should
not
keep
on,
I'll
just
creep
on
creepin'
on
Yes
I
will,
I'll
not
keep
on
I'll
just
creep
on
creepin'
on
Do
I
try
one
more
time?
No,
I'll
not
keep
on
I'll
just
creep
on
creepin'
on
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