The Creeple People

The elephant man gave me
a cardboard castle in 1885.
Even though I wasn't there or alive.

He whispers to me at night.
He says we could all die.
The creeple people fight and multiply.
They still watch me through the cracks.
The ones I left open due to math.

There's a place and a time
where we pay for our predictable rhymes.

We are here to save the world
from the tiny-headed standing near our heaven.
We are here to save the world.
If we whisper both together
we could say something that matters for once.

Under the beds and down dark hallways,
they've been there for years.
Waiting since 1890 will make dark auras crazy.

There's nothing new over the air,
but you see these things they just don't care.
Hot flashes buy and sell the facts.
Too tired to do the math.

There's a place and a time
where we pay for our predictable rhymes.

We are here to save the world
from the tiny-headed standing near our heaven.
We are here to save the world.
If we whisper all together
we could say something that matters for once.