Lyrics
Past the grain silo, the county line bends
A porch light flickers where the pavement ends
Boot prints stop by the old feed store
And nobody asks what's behind the locked door
The sheriff keeps a list beneath his coffee cup
Four names crossed out, one fresh one coming up
Butchered bodies tortured found over the ledge
The dogs lose the track past the county's edge
He leaves no traces, taunts us with their names
Leaves clean white candles where the entrails hang
When the noon train shakes the window glass
Another bloody bedroom comes to pass
You hear that knock (knock at the door), but you don't let him in
The walls remember where the blood has been
Run when the floorboards start to crack
He's got the whole town at his back
Pray to the fields, pray to the flame
His evils has no limits, he knows our names
Fear in the dark, rage in the rain
No one gets out of this town the same
[Lead guitar mini solo with bends]
At Miller's Diner, the jukebox skips a track
A chair pulls out, then slowly slides back
The waitress finds a pocket watch in the sink
Still ticking hard though it stopped at midnight
The mayor calls it rumor, says the roads are safe
But his office window bears a bloody handprint shape
Down at the river, beneath the bridge
Someone carved tomorrow's date into the ridge
You hear that knock, but you don't let him in
The walls remember where the blood has been
Run when the floorboards start to crack
He's got the whole town at his back
Pray to the fields, pray to the flame
His evils has no limits, he knows our names
Fear in the dark, rage in the rain
No one gets out of this town the same
Tell me who opened the gate
Tell me who buried the truth
We fed the silence year by year
Now every buried secret walks here
You built the cage, you chose the chain
You called him gone, he came again
Lock the doors
Kill the lights
Count the breaths
He is inside
No rescue
No warning
The town wakes up
To horror of morning
Run when the floorboards start to crack
He's got the whole town at his back
Pray to the fields, pray to the flame
His evils has no limits, he knows our names
Fear in the dark, rage in the rain
No one gets out of this town the same
Past the grain silo, the county line bends
A porch light flickers where the pavement ends
One set of footprints leads toward town
And one more name is never written down