Lyrics

Cold creek babble, dark mud hymn,
Whisperin’ secrets cloaked and grim,
Rusty lanterns swayin' low—
Water draggin' history slow.

Widow’s tears stain chapel board,
Preacher leanin', reckonin’ sword.
Revival tent ripped from storm;
Ghost choir whispers, shadows swarm.

Deacon’s pockets heavy stone,
Rowboat driftin’, empty, alone.
Heavy fog smother mossline trail,
Faithfully bitter, righteous hail.

Laughter hauntin’ water’s edge,
Crescent moon hangin’ crooked pledge.
Bottle glass shimmers crushed in clay—
Night hides sins that daytime pray.

Sister mourns redemption's cost,
Brother misstep—babble lost.
Mud-caked scripture nailed to trees
Floating bible washed downstream.

Iron chain baptism wash away sin,
Bloody footprints step again.
Shoeless witness, silent stare,
Guilt drown award, judgment fair.

Snake-coil preacher, eyes too bright,
Drawlin’ salvation through black night,
Cold creek’s voice now shrill and thin,
Washin’ out souls—it drags ‘em in.

Sip the darkness, fall asleep—