B*****g Waters

[Verse 1] The asphalt cracks where the fire once wept, A river of bones in the neon depths. Whispers coil like a rattlesnake’s tongue, We’re kings of the dust where the sirens sung. Your lips are hymns from a shadowed creed, A storm in the marrow, a fevered need. [Pre-Chorus] Oh, the night’s a crooked preacher, Draped in gasoline and scripture— Strike the match, let the ritual begin. [Chorus] B*****g waters, carry us under, Melt the moon to a thief’s thunder. Skin and salvation, both run like wine— We’re the shadow-riders of the borderline. [Verse 2] The road’s a black snake shedding its skin, Your laughter’s the spark where the riots begin. Thunder wears a crown of teeth, Desire’s the wound that won’t let us bleed. We dance in the graveyard of the sun’s last sigh, Echoes of empires in the rearview’s eye. [Pre-Chorus] Oh, the devil’s a jukebox preacher, Spinning vinyl scars and fever— Drink the sky, let the reckoning begin. [Chorus] B*****g waters, carry us under, Melt the moon to a thief’s thunder. Flesh and forgiveness, both burn divine— We’re the phantom-lovers of the end-time. [Bridge] The highway’s a psalm, the wheels chant low, A choir of engines in a gasoline waltz. You’re the altar where the damned confess, A crucifix smeared in midnight’s dress. [Verse 3] The stars are nails in the coffin of dawn, We’re the ghosts who laugh where the law is gone. Your eyes are tarot cards, dealt in smoke, Ace of oblivion, queen of the broke. [Outro] (Instrumental fade: Gritty guitars dissolve into a hum of feedback, drums retreat like distant thunder, leaving only the echo of a gravelly whisper.)