Cleaver Valley
Cleaver Valley
Feel the hate come from the deer and the bees
Cleaver Valley
Cleaver Valley
I got bone chimes sticks upon my wall
We gon' watch the world burn come the fall
October country where the river runneth red
Fire side singing hymns of the dead, where the dead dance all among the trees
Smokey bear said you are all gonna burn
Find us in the woods walking til it hurts
You know my cutter is my only ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ friend
I know he'll stay true to me til the end
What’s real I don’t know anymore
Haunted Mound, we come knocking at your door
Dark figures come approaching in the mist
Say goodbye to the hundred acre wrist