There is steam rising
From the gravel on the road
There is black coal
Filling up our homes
It seeps through the window cracks
It slips through the floorboards
The mortar is turning black
The foundation starts to crack
Honey pack your bags and go
There is steam rising
From the belly of the beast
There is hell on earth
There are demons beneath the sheets
They seep through the window cracks
They slip through the floorboards
The mortar is turning black
The foundation starts to crack
Honey pack your bags and go
There is steam rising
From the gravel on the road
There is black coal
Filling up our homes
It slips through the cracks
In the window pane
Slips through the floorboards
And up to the drain
There is steam rising
From the gravel on the road
There is black coal
Filling up our homes
It slips through the cracks
In the window pane
Slips through the floorboards
And up to the drain
Writer(s): Adam Turla, Matthew Armstrong, Sarah Balliet, Alexander Schrodt
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