Devil's Water

The way you sung that hymn set the prairie on fire
And the séance you held at the bottom of the well
Put blisters on my tongue
Put blisters on my tongue

We drank the Devil's water
In a cave of whirring fire spirits
Howling for the eyes of our shadows and saints
Howling for the eyes of our shadows and saints

And warmed the damp cobblestone with the blood
From the palm of our hands
The bones of the buried crawled out from their soiled graves

In this grey land
In this curtain of ash
We hear the yells of the young
The flames danced on the salt of our flesh
And grew larger
As we drank the Devil's water
As we drank the Devil's water

We warmed the damp cobblestone with the blood
From the palm of our hands
The bones of the buried crawled out from their soiled graves
And the knife we shared for Hades was with the names of the buried
As we crawled through the salt of our graves

If it's raining and it's pouring, don't slip in mud
Because if you do, you'll slip in blood tonight
If it's raining and it's pouring, don't slip in mud
Because if you do, you'll slip in blood tonight



Credits
Writer(s): Wild Dust
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