thieves in the gator water full long , hmm style.

[Verse 1] I see the words Turning into lies Leaving your mouth Like flies from a wound You smile sharp But your story bends Every promise Has a poisoned end [Chorus] I got a place for you With the gators in the swamps down south Where the mud runs deep Pulls the last of your breath from your mouth Watch the crocs eat your lies alive Every fake little vow you shout [Guitar solo] Bone snapping Flesh ripping ’til the last sound (the last sound) Dies out [Verse 2] You thought I’d drown In your little schemes But I mapped every step Every shattered dream You fed me fraud Called it holy truth Now you’re face to face With the things you loosed [Verse 3} Deep in the cypress, where the water turns to oil, I bring the bloody offerings to the black and heavy soil. Old Sawtooth rises first, a shadow with a grin, While Gully snaps the marrow out before the feast can spin. I’m teaching them the rhythm of a heavy, sudden splash, Conditioning the appetite for more than butcher’s trash [Bridge with drum solo} bone breaking prey shaking flesh tearing world clrearing snap and roll my Idea of gold [Verse 4] They’ve got a crush-weight lock that turns a femur into dust, In gods of scale and prehistoric hunger, I will trust. Quiet is the swamp, and quieter the debt I’ll soon repay, When Sawtooth and his brother sweep the evidence away. No need for shallow digging or a heavy limestone stone, Just two hungry shadows that can liquefy the bone. [Chorus] I got a place for you With two or more gators in the swamps Where the mud runs deep Pulls the last of your breath from your mouth Watch the crocs eat your lies alive Every fake little vow you shout Bone snapping Flesh ripping ’til the last sound (the last sound) Dies out