Seven Days Deep

Intro

(Yeah... let the bell toll.)

(Seven days in the dark, watching the wax melt.)

(Ain't no angels down here, just echoes and iron.)

(Walk with me.)

Verse 1

Never wanted war, but the war keeps calling

Rosary in my fist and a hundred friends falling

Chapter after chapter written, venom in the vision spitting

Saw the serpent in the garden hiding where the saints was sitting

Drop to my knees, beg the Lord just to hold my soul

See the shadows in the smoke when the blunts get rolled

Walk with me, Father, through the valley of the wire

Every step is on the embers of a funeral pyre

Deep inside the crooked hallways of a haunted mind

Pacing underneath the blind, leaving peace behind

Let the fever break loose, let it flood the vein

Hard rain washing off the stain, calling out my name

Some say the earth is a prison and we born in debt

Night sweat soaking through the heavy regret

Mama at the window with a candle in the glass

Said, "Come home before the sirens do," but I let the hour pass

Hook

Ring the bell, let the wicked gather round the stone

Every sinner dies alone when the trumpet's blown

Wash my hands in the river, still the water turns red

Walking with the living, talking to the dead

Lord have mercy on the ghost in the frame

Whispering my name through the ash and the flame

Verse 2

Tallow melting on the dresser where the spiders spin

Counting every single scar, every mortal sin

I can smell the frankincense mixing with the gunpowder

Footsteps in the ceiling getting louder by the hour

Stare into the tarnished silver, see a crooked reflection

No protection from the weight of a dark resurrection

Judas sitting at the table with a bloody dime

Trading thirty years of brotherhood for borrowed time

I been dragging iron chains up a steep-ass hill

Counting up the empty chairs that we never gon' fill

Every breath is like a debt that I owe the dirt

Bleeding through the linen of a burial shirt

If the bailiff comes knocking at the rusted gate

Tell him that a prophet never begs for his fate

Just a silhouette standing when the lightning strikes

Marching through the cinders on a path of spikes

Hook

Ring the bell, let the wicked gather round the stone

Every sinner dies alone when the trumpet's blown

Wash my hands in the river, still the water turns red

Walking with the living, talking to the dead

Lord have mercy on the ghost in the frame

Whispering my name through the ash and the flame

Verse 3

Seven seals on the book, watch the pages burn

Ashes to ashes where the worms return

Heard my mama crying softly in a distant room

While the vultures on the wire wait to seal the tomb

They want to weigh a brother's heart on a rusted scale

Lock the spirit in the dark of a county jail

But a shadow can't be held by a mortal chain

I'm the voice in the thunder and the acid rain

Saw my own tombstone carved in a fever dream

Floating down the middle of a blackened stream

No forgiveness from the priest, no peace in the pew

Just the grim revelation of what we gotta do

When the final curtain falls and the sun goes blind

Leave the scriptures and the tapes for the youth to find

Blow the last candle out, let the darkness stay

I was already gone before you started to pray

(Final Hook)

Ring the bell, let the wicked gather round the stone

Every sinner dies alone when the trumpet's blown

Wash my hands in the river, still the water turns red

Walking with the living, talking to the dead

Lord have mercy on the woman in the frame

Whispering my name through the ash and the flame