Shout!

Creeps

If I die young
Your dream’s my way to creep.
I’ll frighten your night
And your soul is mine to keep.

Little, old folk
Say your prayers once more,
‘Cause tonight my dear
Will be different for sure.

I’ll let you weep
Just like a baby with his milk
Crying for more
In an old, waving silk.

No, don’t get scared,
but think of it as a nightmare
Soon you’ll be up,
Yet I’ll come to you after.

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