in flyover country
a vampire castle a figure of eight
I knew you were lying I know what you're thinking
I tried not to scare you it's prob'ly too late
the knives are all sharpened it probably happened
who cares if she's bleeding complicit in fate
the marys are bloody in hangover country
the stakes have been sharpened a figure of hate
the murky seas churning the kraken awakens
the tidewater ripples now throw in the bait