This is a song about "Your creature"

Just put your hand on the glass

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Conjure your fears kill your parents become your foster

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Exorcist himself could never help me, the possessed creature

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

You're lonely and depressed you need a thug in your life

And why do i have to send this poor creature to an afterlife?