[Verse 1] Nobody's talking, everybody's blocking, white line chalkin', Facebook stalking, ad blocker, app locker, anything to stop the fast talker, the brain doctor, put you in the hurt locker. [Instrumental: 4 bars — dusty boom-bap drums, chopped guitar stab, thick bassline, turntable scratches] [Verse 2] Parasite creepin' inside your dome, right beneath the skull that you call home. Better get a chin strap while you have a relapse, I'm fully intact, got ne surfing on your synapse. [Instrumental: 2 bars — bass drops out, kick and snare stay tight, eerie vocal sample echoes] [Pre-Chorus 1] Close the door, clear the room, midlife crisis coming soon! Losing steam, losing hope, somehow you have got to cope! [Instrumental: 2 bars — rising siren sample, snare roll, bass swell into the hook] [Chorus] I am the creeper, Trauma reaper, I am the creeper, Delusions keeper, CREEPER! CREEPER CRAWLING! CREEPER! CREEPER CALLING! [Instrumental: 4 bars — full drums, distorted bass riff, chopped vocal hits answering “Creeper!”] [Verse 3] Im in it 'cause I spin it. I take part in the start of the spark that leads to the dark, it's my art to impart a deception, some self-reflection, a counter to deflection, a countdown to detection, give you a neuro-cognitive infection that gets you fuckin' wrecked, son. Take a seat, peel back your lid, lets have a chat, 'bout the shit you hid. [Instrumental: 4 bars — stripped-down bass and drums, scratch fills between phrases, muted guitar accents] [Verse 4] Ive gor consternation about how fhe Conservation of conversation has brought castigaton and alienation to the aliens here and in every nation. Be patient, creation isn’t wasting the realization that you could be pacin' with a station that doesn't have the right base, son. [Instrumental: 2 bars — half-time break, low synth drone, reverse cymbal into the pre-chorus] [Pre-Chorus 2] Check the clock, check the chart, nervous breakdown 'bout to start! Take a breath, count to five, tell yourself you're still alive! [Instrumental: 2 bars — ticking percussion, rising feedback, snare flam on the final beat] [Chorus] I am the creeper, Trauma reaper, I am the creeper, Delusions keeper, CREEPER! CREEPER CRAWLING! CREEPER! CREEPER CALLING! [Instrumental: 4 bars — full beat returns, heavy bass, scratch cuts, shouted gang-vocal accents] [Verse 5] scoop your head out like a melon, like a felon like you stepped in some shit and fell in. finding triggers like Magellan, I'm real, I ain't pretending, and all this time you are spending upending the ending, you could've and should've been a recluse rather than cut loose. you ain't fit so don't say shit, mother fucker. [Instrumental: 4 bars — drums break into a tense stop-start groove, bass punches on the downbeats, final scratch stab] [Verse 6 – Rapid-fire, increasingly frantic] I'm a glitch in the switch, got an itch to make you twitch, got a hitch in your pitch, put a stitch in your bitchin'. Got your cortex in a vortex, got your context out of order, paranoia at the border, got a warrant for disorder. I'm a panic mechanic, automatic and manic, build a palace out of problems then I vanish like magic. You can run, you can hide, keep your secrets locked inside, but I'm riding shotgun, motherfucker, enjoying the ride. [Instrumental: 2 bars — frantic hi-hat rolls, distorted vocal fragments, sudden bass drop] [Pre-Chorus 3] Pull the plug, cut the cord, tell me what you're running toward! Strip the mask, face the facts, ain't no putting this shit back! [Instrumental: 2 bars — everything drops except kick, rising noise sweep, shouted count-in] [Chorus] I am the creeper, Trauma reaper, I am the creeper, Delusions keeper, CREEPER! CREEPER CRAWLING! CREEPER! CREEPER CALLING! [Instrumental Outro: 8 bars — drums, bass, distorted guitar stabs, and turntable scratches repeat, then cut abruptly on the final “Calling!”]
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