Curxes - Creatures lyrics

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