Jeremy Grahame Pickett - Route III lyrics

Die So you k**ed a motherf**er and stashed him in a body bag? Corpse rotting away; now he's dead Been bleeding out of the thirteen holes I've been riddled with I know Cause I am the one that was buried In a shallow grave Down route 3 Under the interstate An alley transaction gone wrong He went for my phone So I slashed at his throat with my knife I ran home half-a-mile Thought I left him dead in the road But I was wrong He came after me Three months later I saw him on my street In a beaten b**h-a** maggot infested toyota camry What can a mortal do, when he knows he's doomed to die? The animal inside will come to life So I ran To the house of prayer It was stale air; god was nowhere Absent like he always is when we need him To try my hand at escaping the torment of a man That wants to lay my bones in a row Under soil and dirt Forgotten