Artist: D-Sisive Album: Trophies Song: The Creep (by Nick Thran) Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [D-Sisive] A streak of hair gel and sweat shines on his pillowcase She lies unclothes in the dark beside him Moving like mist off the lake at the family cottage Middle of the night, deep in the gears of the city's engine what unaccountable atrocities are taking place? What meat cleavers lie in the tulip patches? What knives are propped blade down in the compost bins? What if the misspelled words on alley walls are the clues to unsolved crimes? KREEEEEEEP, spelled with a K, with seven E's "No one's born a creep" he thinks It comes upon you with the stealth of a thousand silverfish until all of the self help books on the table look like concert t-shirts, eaten by bleach or time He would like to wake her now, but she has already left the window He's already smoke The gel and sweat has settled into a thin crus on the pillowcase He breaks it apart and sweeps away the flakes He will have to walk across the street for coffee He will have to call his boss He will have to call his wife A raccoon and a cat tear each other to pieces A siren blares and blares and blares Who runs this town? Who circles the fire? And what are the names of the horrible creatures who smell of jet fuel, who broaden the life?