Not a word spoken as the barrels from a plant leak
Loaded up, taken down, poured into a back creek
Hidden back in the trees, toxic waste glowing green
Emptied in the flowing river right behind a neighborhood
Sludge in the undertow, no one f*cking has to know
Keep it out of papers, try to bury it and let it go
When the night falls, the wicked don't rest they f*cking
Run from the hybrid predators of the poison bog
Foreign chemicals, scrambling genetic codes
Forms amphibious, deep within the mud arose
In the dead of night, dampened air is hanging low
Vengeance in the atmosphere, a suffocating dense cloud
Moving out, hunting their creators in a quiet rage
Slipping in between the silent windows of a sleeping town
When the night falls, the wicked don't rest they f*cking
Run from the hybrid predators of the poison bog
Your wicked seed was planted exposed your filthy secrets
And retribution finds you, crawling out from beneath the creek
When the night falls, the wicked don't rest they f*cking
Run from the hybrid predators of the poison bog