Lyrics
[Intro: The track opens with the actual sound of heavy rain and a low, rumbling bass guitar note that vibrates like distant thunder. A rhythmic, swampy drum beat kicks in—a slow, syncopated thump-shack like footsteps in deep mud. A guitar drenched in heavy tremolo effect weaves a dark, minor-key riff.] [Verse 1] Bruised sky is bleedin’, down on the red clay floor Yeah, the sky is bleedin’ heavy, down on that fresh clay floor A simple stone for a broken man, who ain't gonna speak no more. Then the sky splits wide open, white light tears the night Lord, the sky splits wide open... just to show a terrible sight. [Verse 2] Way down in the cemetery, where the shadows crawl and creep Yeah, down in the muddy cemetery, where the dead are supposed to sleep There’s a skeletal black thing kneelin’, where the water pools too deep. Got hands like a broken spider, claws like jagged blades Look at that insect-thing a-diggin’... in the bed the preacher made. [Chorus – The "Swamp Rock" Swell: The tempo doesn't speed up, but the guitars get incredibly thick, fuzzy, and distorted, like a wall of mud] Oh, rip the earth apart! Bring the lab rat home! Can’t leave him in the chapel yard, can't leave him here alone! Yeah, tear that death box open, drag him from the deep The Thing has come to claim the soul... got appointments to keep. [Bridge – The tempo drops to just a thumping bassline and a scraping percussion sound, mimicking the digging] Lightning flash—see the dirt fly high. Lightning flash—hear the night-winds cry. No gaping hole in the mornin’ light, the sun gonna hide the sin The grass grow green, the dirt settle down... like he was always in. But the mud remembers... yeah, the water knows the track The world looks clean and pretty... but they brought the lab rat back. [Guitar Solo: A filthy, dripping slide-guitar solo. It shouldn't be fast; it should be agonizing, full of pitch-bends and feedback, mimicking the "grotesque act of desecration" and the violence of the storm.] [Verse 3 – The music drops low, matching the ragged breathing in the script] When the thunder dies away, and the lightning loses its spark When the thunder dies away... there’s a cold sound in the dark. Ain't a human whisper, ain't the wind inside the tree It’s a heavy, iron breathin’... from a world you'll never see. [Outro] [The instruments fade out one by one, leaving only the swampy bass drum, the sound of falling rain, and a heavy, mechanical, rhythmic breathing layered into the track] Meticulous work... Smooth it all over... Grow the grass tall... Hide the hole... [The mechanical breathing takes over the rhythm, gets louder for four beats, and then abruptly stops as the sound of the rain fades out completely]