The Bottom of the Bog
Stomach filled with concrete
From the road about 40 feet
Dragged to the mouth of the swamp
Its ready for another feast
At the bottom is a mystery
I feed her your misery

Straight down
Feasting Ground
Straight down
Feasting ground

At the bottom, bones and bodies
Black water hides atrocities
I know it's wrong but I must
Feed it people, feed the life
Sunken to the bottom of the bog

Straight to the bottom
Writhing with life
Trickled with death, the swamp lives, the swamp consumes
As it sinks to the muddy depths
I feed it more death
One day when I die
Throw me in the swamp where I'll lie