Sloth by Tales From a Creature

We all fall down
The world in her hands
Careless and free
Her hand to magic
We all fall down
Her heart belongs to his strings

Rag doll of choice
Every movement someone's choice
Use to shine at the big top
Collecting metals and golds
Now at the top of the shelf
Cobwebs comfortable are holding you up
Flying and flips
a little kids hero
Falling and flops
the superhero's NIGHTMARE

Negative is the handle connecting
Failure turning into sluggish strings
Abandon talent the wood decays
insects infect their new home
Painting a smile of the past
Imprints gloomy grin of the future
Depression gets a grip
Holding on the handle your life NIGHTMARE

"So high on her pedestal
Divine to her creator
Behind the string"

SLOTH

"Look it's a Goddess
It's a angel
No it's Slumber Sarah
The Sin Of SLOTH"...

• Experimental
• Metal
• heavy metal
• rock and roll
• rock opera
• Buffalo