Besedila: Xymox. Creature.

A shadow glides above my plate
And all I see is birds migrate
Going south, remember me
When you fly above the sea

Autumn dies, serene and slow
The lamp stands in a gentle glow
The silence rules, the evening grows
And the moon is far below

In me, twist a sudden cramp
In my heart, I hear it stamp
Marrow and blood encircle me
My blood stream chokes on gall and spleen

What will become of you
Since you have forsaken me
Not one tear, I have in me
I'm numb to my memory

I'll believe than that you're dead
First I felt bitter, I made amends
But I see you in a new light
You only have my contempt
So I'll believe than that you're dead
Second you're a loser, I spit on pretense

And I begin to wonder
And I begin to understand

That you're a creature
That breeds it's kind and dies
You're a creature
That breeds and kind of dies

You're a creature
That breeds it's kind and dies
You're a creature
That breeds it's kind and dies, kind of dies