[Intro - single acoustic guitar playing a gritty, bending delta blues riff] [A My Artwork production by @badmunk] [Vocals: Deep, raspy, swampy folk-blues style like Hozier] Hmm-mmm. The dirt is soft tonight. Hmm-mmm. Keep out of the porch light. [Verse 1 - raw, acapella over a heavy foot stomp and hand clap] The sheriff drove by slowly, eyeing my rusted spade. Wondering why the local gardens are being unmade. I tore up Mrs. Gable’s prized petunia bed. Smashed the marble fountain right over its head. They call me the madman of the cypress grove. Living on rainwater and a cast iron stove. They lock their doors when I walk into town. Because I’m tearing their manicured history down. [Pre-Chorus - slide guitar slides in, menacing and thick] The leaves are rustling but there ain't no breeze. There's a congregation gathering in the willow trees. Whispering the coordinates, calling out the grid. Telling me exactly what the grandfathers did. [Chorus - massive stomp-clap beat, roaring vocals with a choir] I did it because they told me! The voices in the bark! I'm digging up the secrets hidden in the dark! You think I'm fighting demons, losing my damn mind! But I'm just the excavator for the sins you left behind! Yeah, I did it because they told me! Lord, they told me to dig! The roots are growing deep, and the lie is getting big! [Verse 2 - rhythmic, driving blues groove] I took a sledgehammer to the courthouse square. Busted the bronze statue of the first mayor there. The deputies tackled me, threw me in the cell. Said I was a heathen destined for the fires of hell. But under the floorboards of that jailhouse room I could hear the scratching from an unmarked tomb. [Pre-Chorus - slide guitar slides in, menacing and thick] The leaves are rustling but there ain't no breeze. There's a congregation gathering in the willow trees. Whispering the coordinates, calling out the grid. Telling me exactly what the grandfathers did. [Chorus - massive stomp-clap beat, roaring vocals with a choir] I did it because they told me! The voices in the bark! I'm digging up the secrets hidden in the dark! You think I'm fighting demons, losing my damn mind! But I'm just the excavator for the sins you left behind! Yeah, I did it because they told me! Lord, they told me to dig! The roots are growing deep, and the lie is getting big! [Bridge - instruments cut out, just the slide guitar and a low bass hum] [Vocals slow down, sung with a chilling clarity] The current mayor comes down to my cell at midnight. Asks me what the voices say, his face pale and white. I grin with muddy teeth and look him in the eye. [Outro - beat explodes back into a chaotic, fast-paced blues frenzy] [Screaming, passionate vocals] They aren't demons, Mr. Mayor! They're the men your daddy killed! The original founders whose blood was violently spilled! They told me where the stolen township gold is stashed! Right beneath your mansion, where the ledger was trashed! I'm coming for the floorboards! I'm coming for the gold! The ghosts are guiding my shovel! The truth is getting told! Because they told me! [Sound of a shovel striking a heavy metal chest] [End]
