Active Matter

(hmmmm) Up from the blackwater,

the bubbling sludge

That old bayou magic don't bear no damn grudge

It crawls in your blood,

it's a cold, heavy load

There's a spirit tonight pacing on the back road (yeah)

I feel the heat in the quicksand No way out for a

damn dead man

It's in the water,

it's under your skin

That active matter's got a hold on me

Rising up from the roots of the cypress tree

No god, no law,

no place to fucking run

We're burning active matter underneath a dying sun

(burn it down)

Slick like a oil spill,

hot like a fever

Don't believe a word from that swamp-side preacher

He's selling salvation

but he's full of pure shit

While the black mud is rising

and the match is gettin' lit

That active matter's got a hold on me

Rising up from the roots of the cypress tree

No god, no law,

no place to fucking run

We're burning active matter underneath a dying sun

Active matter... It's in

the deep dark... (shhhhh)

Yeah,

it's alive

in the dirt... (active...

matter...)