Creatures
The Orwells
My friends are dead ends
Where did they go?
They're spread out and broken
And laying in the road
Hopeless and homeless
Selling what they stole
Dreamless and seamless
Into the unknown
Reach out (creatures)
And keep up (and keep up)
They'll reach out, they'll reach out
They'll follow just to eat'cha
Fading, creating, losing all control
Spinning, and grinnin', lookin' for a soul
Growin', and throwin', tryin' to find a role
Before you know it, you're livin' in a hole
Reach out (creatures)
And keep up (and keep up)
They'll reach out, they'll reach out
They'll follow just to eat'cha
