[intro – whispered] Under the lights… in the swamp they rise… [verse 1 – soft and clipped] Barber on the left, shadow in the dark, Slaughter in the middle with a steady spark. Knijeah slides quiet, Kam Waites holds weight, DJ Lagway calm, fate on his plate. [hook – layered harmony, brief] Ghosts in the swamp, they don’t move, Orange and blue, every breath they prove. Ghosts in the swamp, silent kings, Barber and Slaughter hold invisible strings. [verse 2 – minimal build] George on the right, Rod sweeps wide, Lovett and Westphal swing with pride. Jackson in motion, Baugh takes flight, They hold the line in the neon night. [outro – whispered fade] Ghosts in the swamp… They don’t move…
