Blurred visons smeared across the mdnight sky.
Dark shadows casted and witches on the fly.
Sickos and psychos move quietly through the unseen.
Screams echo beyond the twisted swamp grass.
Blades of gory terror, stained blood on the broken glass.
Tar papered shacks with wood stove chimney stacks.
My hometown roots lye down deep within the swampy hollows.
Where preachers preach but nobody follows.
This is the place where bodies stay cold.
Watch where you walk and do what your told.