It's the moon
We've all got somethin' to believin' in
God dang this moon is bright
Started up the night, started up the night
There's some very wrong

Lonely Valentine, Lonely Valentine
Lonely Valentine, Lonely Valentine in the city of 1989

Creeper, creeper, creeper, creeper, creeper, creeper
Creepers were made by accident by Notch
It's the one that you've been seeing
The breaking anvil, The breaking anvil. The breaking anvil. The breaking anvil, The breaking anvil, The breaking anvil, The breaking anvil, oh oooh

Now I hear you
I breathe you
I see you, see you
No one else, I can see
Especially when it's me
Singin' through the past
Singin' through my past life
Wondering why must I go on with my life, my life, my life, my life
Holding a scythe in my hand

It's physiological, economical, psychological
Like the ones I said
I know I'm dead
I know I'm dead