Creature - Shelf Life

I can’t take this road or the people on it

I had a soul but my mother drowned it

In a pool of pills under a sky of lies

Now the creature inside her is trying to die

With the sheets pulled tight but the rope fit loose

I ask myself what my Father would do

He’d fold his hands lean to belief

But the creature inside him is not inside of me

God bless your bones and the body they’ve built

The warmth of your hand will be the last thing I’ve felt

Before I die, before I leave

Then the creature inside you sleeps inside of me