Such a quaint little town on the surface
Nothing to reveal there’s something wrong
Until you start to dig a little deeper
Reveal this place is home to Satan’s spawn
Chemicals wreak havoc in your lungs
Stench in the air tastes like damnation
Once you’ve settled in the truth unfolds
It’s too late you’ve realized that there’s no salvation
Breeding ground for criminals
A place to stay for the miserable
If you want to live a life of misery
Welcome home cursed be
Cursed be you’ll never leave
Dark clouds hang low won’t let you go
Dark clouds hang low, won’t let, won’t let you go
There’s a crooked man who lives up at the corner
Watches children play with bad intents
Until his soul was swallowed by the fire
Inflicted by the hand in which he slept
Hunter’s hanging in the autumn forest
Disemboweled and waiting for a feast
House of the lord struck by lightning
Hell resides at 45 Degrees
Breeding ground for criminals
A place to stay for the miserable
If you want to live a life of misery
Welcome home cursed be
Cursed be you’ll never leave
Dark clouds hang low won’t let you go
Dark clouds hang low, won’t let, won’t let you go