The Blackwater Six, we have Six women, six graveyard maps Kelly got her big sis mad Elise writes French books, that’s “witchcraft,” they said Christina glows, prom queen crown Lilith just stares the whole night down Tina’s got the knowing in her bones Olivia burns red, trouble follows home They guard the graves They know the names Keep the wrong away Night after night People ask why They don’t ask twice They just lock hands And close their eyes Rumors crawl Through dead grass bends No one looks Where the cold starts in Blackwater Six Blackwater Six Keep the dark away Blackwater Six Pray they’re not Vampires, wolves Blackwater Six Still they hold One’s got a Bible and a crooked grin One’s got a look that cuts through skin One hears the dirt when it starts to move One makes a joke just to spit on doom Enforcer swears she’s a pain in the ass Big sis says, “Girl, don’t make me laugh” And some ask, “What if they’re this? What if they’re that? What if they’re witches who hate dishes?” They say, “Nice try. Step back.” They guard the graves With dirty boots If the dead shift once They shift them too Something calls And they come near No one saw it But they’re right here They don’t know why They don’t need proof They just hold the line Till the moon goes blue Blackwater Six Blackwater Six Keep the dark away Blackwater Six Pray they’re not Demons, ghosts Blackwater Six Still they hold Why do you stay? We don’t know Why do you guard? Because we go Through the fog Through the mud Through the fear Through the blood Not saints Not mice Just six girls On graveyard ice Blackwater Six Blackwater Six Keep the dark away Blackwater Six Pray they’re ours Blackwater Six Morning comes Blackwater Six Blackwater Six They won’t look in And neither will we
