SWBEATS | 2026, June I walked into the tavern, the air was thick and gray A cloud of pure disaster taking all my breath away You traded in your water for a dusty, dirty coat There's a poison in the valley, grabbing tight around my throat The 808 is rattling the floorboards of this town But the scent of your decisions is what’s gonna take me down I can taste the heavy shadows, I can feel the bitter sting Now the choir of the unwashed is preparing us to sing Oh, the rivers have run dry and the soap has gone away! I am weeping in the wreckage of a foul and sour day! You haven't seen a shower since the turning of the year And this hard-hitting aroma brings a devastated tear! Why won't you wash? Oh, Lord, why won't you wash?! You tried to mask the ruin with a cheap and heavy spray But it's mixing with the misery and melting me away It’s a criminal offense, how you carry all this grime Leaving trails of pure destruction, committing a scented crime Oh, the rivers have run dry and the soap has gone away! I am weeping in the wreckage of a foul and sour day! You haven't seen a shower since the turning of the year And this hard-hitting aroma brings a devastated tear! Why won't you wash? Oh, Lord, why won't you wash?! I am dropping to my knees, holding tightly to my nose Where the scent of the abyss is the only thing that grows Bring the rain down from the heavens, let the heavy waters crash Wash away the dirty sinners, wash away the filthy ash! Oh, the rivers have run dry and the soap has gone away! I am weeping in the wreckage of a foul and sour day! You haven't seen a shower since the turning of the year And this hard-hitting aroma brings a devastated tear! Why won't you wash? Oh, Lord, why won't you wash?!
