[Intro] (Slow, dragging acoustic guitar chords bend under a heavy, distorted 808 sub-bass) (A haunting, distant wolf howl echoes into a pitch-black swamp ambiance) (Yeah... out here in the pines... nobody hears you change) [Verse 1] Cabin in the thicket where the daylight dies Staring in the mirror at these yellowing eyes Shaving down the bristles but they grow right back Living in the shadows of a logging track Hear the dogs barking down the county line They don't know the monster's drinking dandelion wine Got a double-barrel shotgun resting by the bed But the realest danger's living inside of my head Hear the floorboards creak when the gravity shifts Feel the muscle tearing as the backbone lifts I'm a good church-going man when the sun is up Now I'm licking fresh blood from a rusty cup [Chorus] When the full moon rides over Cherokee Trail You can hear the wind whisper an unholy wail Country fried bones breaking under the skin Let the Memphis trap beat let the horror begin Got a banjo plucking out a funeral song In the deep dark woods where the damned belong Yeah, the twang gets eerie and the sub-bass drops Keep running through the briars till the heartbeat stops [Verse 2] (Fast, aggressive triple-time flow over a heavy Memphis phonk cowbell and dragging snare) Chop the wood, stack the hay, try to keep the secrets locked Every single window in the kitchen is blocked But the midnight calls and the appetite screams Eating raw meat inside my feverish dreams Hear the chicken-scratch guitar, hear the slide guitar moan There's a pack of timber wolves but I'm completely alone Got a silver bullet sitting in my left-hand vest If the beast takes over, gotta lay it to rest Hear the 808 thumping like a pulse in the mud Tearing through the denim just to taste the hot blood I'm an outlaw, a phantom, a creature of the dark Leaving deep claw marks on the hickory bark [Bridge] (The beat drops out completely, leaving only a weeping pedal steel guitar and sparse boot stomps) Don't come walking past the property sign... Don't come looking for this soul of mine... The skin is splitting open, the teeth are growing long... Lord forgive a country boy for what he's doing wrong... (Heavy industrial trap distortion swells up) (Aggressive vocal trade-off, deep demonic growl) IT'S TAKING OVER. [Guitar/Banjo Solo] (An intense, frantic, and heavily distorted banjo and slide guitar solo layered over a booming, slow Memphis trap rhythm section) [Final Chorus] When the full moon rides over Cherokee Trail You can hear the wind whisper an unholy wail Country fried bones breaking under the skin Let the Memphis trap beat let the horror begin Got a banjo plucking out a funeral song In the deep dark woods where the damned belong Yeah, the twang gets eerie and the sub-bass drops Keep running through the briars till the heartbeat stops [Outro] (The trap beat slows down to a sluggish, chopped-and-screwed crawl) Just a man in the morning... Just a beast in the night... Stay out of the woods... Hide from the light... (A final, chilling slide guitar note rings out and fades into heavy breathing and a distant snap of a twig)
