Deep Dark South (Attic Sessions)

Dust is rolling in, clouding my soul Didn't last long being out from below Frozen in time, statue still A rumbling voice saying do my will A suited man of wind and fire Followed by the serpents choir I can't escape this hell No matter how loud I yell for help Tie me down and tape my mouth I'll stuck down here In the deep dark south, in the south There's been some love that strayed my way But they turn their back when I need em to stay I'll work it out all by myself Crying to mamas urn on the shelf Alcohol and drugs the same The only thing that'll ease the pain I can't escape this hell No matter how loud I yell for help Tie me down and tape my mouth I'll never get out In the deep dark south, in the south, the deep south I can't escape this hell No matter how loud I yell for help Tie me down and tape my mouth I'll never get out Of the deep dark south.