a town at sundown dreads run through the swamps & bayous a haunting dance of the dead the fills that still black water red – yeah! there's no mystic meaning by no light of the moon & the cries are drowning & the bodies will not surface soon – get gone! locked & loaded feeling above it all locked & loaded the 1% they never saw just let'em drag it one more time they won't find you my self-destruction slowly killing me a haunting dance of the dead dumped back in that black waters bed those swamps lie dead (alright)