The code ain’t spoke

[Intro] No ink. No paper. No talkin’. You learn it by watchin’ men die. We don’t write the code… We live it. [Verse 1] Don’t ask for help—that’s beggar’s breath, Only thing you earn out here is death. Don’t eat what you didn’t k**l, Don’t drink what you didn’t spill. Never sleep where the b***d still steams, Never trust nothin’ that don’t scream. Keep your back to the trees, k***e to the wind, Every smile’s just a lie wearin’ skin. Never bury what you can burn, Fire teach lessons the cold don’t learn. If he runs, s***t the leg. If he talks too much, snap his neck like an egg. [chorus] The code ain’t spoke, It’s carved in scars. It’s hung from limbs, It’s buried in jars. It don’t get taught, It gets survived— You follow or die… Ain’t no halfway tribe. [Verse 2] Never leave meat on the bone, Pigs’ll find it if you don’t. Don’t touch the creek when the moon is red, That’s when the old ones raise the d**d. If a man shows up with clean boots on, Put one in his gut ‘fore the light is gone. Never speak names once they’re fed, Let ‘em rot in peace with the rest of the d**d. Don’t wear white, don’t pray loud, And never trust a man what talks in crowds. You ain’t special, you ain’t saved— You’re just breathin’ ‘til the dirt gets paved. [Bridge] You feel it in your teeth, In the hair on your neck. In the silence ‘fore the scream… That’s the code watchin’. That’s Burlap listenin’. And he don’t need to speak— His rope does that for him. [chorus] The code ain’t spoke, It’s carved in scars. It’s hung from limbs, It’s buried in jars. It don’t get taught, It gets survived— You follow or die… Ain’t no halfway tribe. [Outro] They come out here thinkin’ it’s a game… That “country” is just boots and beer. But the woods don’t play. The woods remember. And I’m the memory they fear. Name’s Burlap. Write it in b***d. Or don’t write it at all.