At the edge of the mangroves Something's lurking in the shadows Passers by always lose their toes When they dip their feet in the shallows Near the banks where the waters slow Was a patch where buffalo would wallow At the roots where it's dark and cold There's a something lurking in the murky depths below Out past a lonesome levee There isn't a forest for the trees For this is where death lays down He lives in these woods And gently surrounds me Out past a lonesome levee The split in the path where no one goes This is where death lays down He lives in the woods at the edge of the mangroves In the black of a dark lagoon In the slime and putrid rotting matter A waste of slithering and crawling dread It's a grave for living men and no place for the dead... Same old daze Twist and turns for endless days Pooling streams A curse Much worse Then any bad dream Out past a lonesome levee There isn't a forest for the trees For this is where death lays down He lives in these woods And gently surrounds me Out past a lonesome levee The split in the path where no one goes This is where death lays down He lives in the woods at the edge of the mangroves