The Mudhole

Lyrics

[INTRO] Whispers crawl through cracked windows, Thunder rumbles in the night. A shadow glides across the hill, The mudhole waits to bite. [VERSE 1] The town of Globeville, a name carved in stone, Where the streets wind like a twisted spine. Cruz and his crew, back in the summer haze, Called the cursed place “the mudhole,” they’d say. Demons in the gutter, a squad in the mist, They guard the threshold, no soul can resist. [CHORUS] Mudhole, where the devil breathes his curse, In the dark, the silence turns to screams. Witch's coven gathers near, their eyes feral, A haunted house with no daylight gleam. Bob Dylan's name carved on the iron gate, Sold his soul to the devil, a twisted fate. [VERSE 2] Cold case files, the legend in the rain, Bodies buried under the old oak stain. A whisper of bodies that never die, Cruz’s memories swirl with the sky. The air is thick with ancient dread, The mudhole’s heart, a living dead. [CHORUS] Mudhole, where the devil breathes his curse, In the dark, the silence turns to screams. Witch's coven gathers near, their eyes feral, A haunted house with no daylight gleam. Bob Dylan's name carved on the iron gate, Sold his soul to the devil, a twisted fate. [BRIDGE] Shadows flicker in the cracked windows, The house groans with a thousand sins. Each step echoes an oath, a promise broken, The night’s blood stains the floor again. [HOOK] The mudhole calls, a siren's scream, Demon's laughter, a nightmare dream. Cruz and his homies, forever cursed, In that house, the living's worst. [CHORUS] Mudhole, where the devil breathes his curse, In the dark, the silence turns to screams. Witch's coven gathers near, their eyes feral, A haunted house with no daylight gleam. Bob Dylan's name carved on the iron gate, Sold his soul to the