Lyrics

Black mud virtue sliding over my feet,
Swamp speak gospel where secrets meet.
Crooked crosses lean into marshland sigh,
Where waters hide faces, reflections lie.

Revival shack creaking, warped wood decay,
Faith healed slowly—in the hardest way.
Whispers of salvation tangled in knotted vine,
I drink muddy whiskey, swallow God’s sign.

Bible pages drift like leaves in black mire,
Preacher cries loud, eyes reflecting hellfire.
Crickets croaking judgment, twilight demands,
Cross bitten harder, splintering in hands.

Moonshine trickles slower, pure truth distilled,
Rowboats rust through from prayers unfilled.
Lanterns swing low, snakes stir awake;
Gospel blessing slippery, soaked in mistake.

Lost brother vanished, hymns now unsung,
Swallowed quiet beneath moss that hung.
Sister possessed, white-eyed belief,
Roots wrap sins tight, swamp guards their grief.

Judge leans crookedly, justice in chains,
Sheriff nodding softly to guilt he explains.
Secrets deep-set like splinters in bone,
In swamp-dark shadows each sinner alone.

From this marsh graveyard, Scripture floats—
No salvation wakes here, no rescue boats.
Sinner’s heart heavy, black-water blind,
Swallowed whole faith leaving nothing behind.

When sermons quiet, crosses sway alone,
Swamp breath whispers in a soft moan.
Devil walk softly, never needs sleep—
Collects whispered prayers the swamp doesn’t keep.