(A thick, swamp-blues groove rolls in— heavy electric guitar bends, a sparse, rattling percussion beat, and a low, smoky bassline) (Verse 1) Down in the bottom where the black water sleeps, A heavy old shadow through the cypress creeps. They built up their cages, wound the clock real tight, Tryin' to bottle up the spirit in the dead of night. Well, the air gets thick and the circuits start to fry, When the truth rolls in underneath a copper sky. (Chorus) And the veil's coming down in the sultry heat, No place to run, no place to retreat. The old swamp yawns and the monsters crawl, When the heavy hand drops and the shadows fall. Yeah, they thought they had us locked in the chain— Look who's walking right back through the rain. (Verse 2) Stood at the crossroads where the ley lines cross, Countin' up the wreckage and the total loss. They whispered their lies through the moss-hung trees, Tryin' to put a shiver in the midnight breeze. But the anchor holds steady in the muddy floor, And they ain't got the key to the iron door. (Chorus) And the veil's coming down in the sultry heat, No place to run, no place to retreat. The old swamp yawns and the monsters crawl, When the heavy hand drops and the shadows fall. Yeah, they thought they had us locked in the chain— Look who's walking right back through the rain. (Bridge) (A slow, wailing guitar slide cuts through the thick air) Ten thousand rising... right out of the muck. Running out of time, running out of luck. We ain't looking back at the traps they spun— We're walking straight forward into the sun. (Outro) Yeah, walkin' straight forward. Through the mud and the mist. The only way out... Is the way we exist. (A final, slow-bending guitar note fades out into the crickets and the swamp)
