a town at sundown dreads
run through the swamps & bayous
a haunting dance of the dead
the fills that still black water red – yeah!
there's no mystic meaning
by no light of the moon
& the cries are drowning
& the bodies will not surface soon – get gone!
locked & loaded
feeling above it all
locked & loaded
the 1% they never saw
just let'em drag it one more time
they won't find you
my self-destruction
slowly killing me
a haunting dance of the dead
dumped back in that black waters bed
those swamps lie dead
(alright)