[Intro]
You hear that?
That’s the sound of the woods leanin’ in.
It knows what I’m ’bout to do.
And so do you.
[Verse 1]
Don’t bother screamin’—sound don’t carry,
Not past them pines where the soil stay scary.
I watched you step like you knew this place,
With that fake twang stitched on your face.
You came for clout, came to film,
Thought you’d find moonshine and a story to tell.
Now your battery’s d**d, your shoes are soaked,
And I’m behind you, breathin’ slow through smoke.
You smell that iron? That ain’t rust,
That’s the b***d of the last boy thought he could trust.
I ain’t mad—I’m just impressed,
Takes real guts to walk into death dressed like a guest.
Now hush your breath, don’t waste your whine,
This is Burlap talkin’… and it’s e*******n time.
[chorus]
You hear that? That ain’t no bird,
That’s a branch snappin’ when I ain’t heard.
You hear that? That buzz in your ear?
That’s the land leanin’ close when death gets near.
You hear that? That hum in your chest?
That’s your fear singin’ while I do the rest.
You hear that?
Yeah… you will.
[Verse 2]
You got a girl? A name you wear?
They won’t find ‘em carved in the cold night air.
No trace, no tag, no crime, no proof,
Just a scream swallowed under that tin-roofed booth.
You ain’t the first, won’t be the last,
But I take my time, make each moment last.
I like the look when the light goes out,
When the jaw lock tight and the soul crawls out.
You hear them dogs? They ain’t barkin’ for you,
They barkin’ ‘cause they smell what I’m about to do.
I don’t need a reason, don’t need a name,
I’m just the shadow that eats your flame.
Now close your eyes, let the dark come in,
And know you died where the lies begin.
[Bridge]
You hear that crack?
That’s your last nerve breakin’.
You hear that drip?
That’s your time shakin’.
You hear me?
You ain’t gonna forget this sound.
Even in the dirt…
[chorus]
You hear that? That ain’t no bird,
That’s a branch snappin’ when I ain’t heard.
You hear that? That buzz in your ear?
That’s the land leanin’ close when death gets near.
You hear that? That hum in your chest?
That’s your fear singin’ while I do the rest.
You hear that?
Yeah… you will.
[Outro]
Too late now, son.
You part of the woods.
