Swampfire Descent

(hmmm,

yeah,

Lord)

Black water rising up to my knees That old copperhead is begging

me please

Smoke in the reeds and a curse on my breath This damn

swamp is a slow walk to death

(shit, yeah)

Two dollars left and a hand full of dirt My head fucking

pounds and my back fucking hurts Selling my soul to the ghost

in the well He told me to go take my troubles to

hell

(hahaha, damn)

Oh, pull me down into the bayou slime We are all running

out of fucking time

Let the black water wash away the sin 'Cause the devil's coming

back again

Moss hanging low like a hangman's rope

Lost in the fog,

no more room for hope

I spit in the creek and I curse at the sky Too

damn mean to ever lay down and die

(ahhhh, hell)

Oh, pull me down into the bayou slime We are all running

out of fucking time

Let the black water wash away the sin 'Cause the devil's coming

back again

(play it,

play

it!)

Down in the muck...

yeah...

(hmmm, cold black mud)