Shadows

Shadows - Yelawolf/Joshua Hedley

Written by：Michael Atha/Caleb Owens/Joshua Hedley

Memories of shadow's haunt me

From the years when I was young

Things that used to terrify me

Are the things

That I've become

There's a dark moon in the clouds

Misty fog in the swamp

Crickets chirpping outside my window

The water it thumps

In the bathroom sink down the hall

The lights flicker sometimes

The wind is howling

The dogs are growling way deep in the pines

A passing car on the distant road

The only thing running

Nightmares in my sleep

The Sandman is coming

I see the ghost in the red cloak

The shadows are taking shape

The sound of a faint voice

Lost and full of hate

Dry leaves crumble under the feet of the Reaper

The limbs tap on my window

Like the nails of a creature

Tales of goblins and fairies

A sacrifice on the prairie

A murderer that escaped

I'm disillusioned and weary

Lightning strikes on the hill

Illuminating the cabin

The old man on the porch

Evil and quietly laughing

Surrounded by demons

I'm an angel and they all want me

And to this day

Memories of shadow's haunt me

From the years when I was young

Things that used to terrify me

Are the things

That I've become

Cigarette butts and oil stains on the dying grass

The smell of the liquor rising up from the broken glass

The crowds of black leather

The heat from the engines

Motorcycles and Goons

Bearded men and loud women

The crackling paint

The old shack with the swinging light

The h****n needles passing

Open in plain sight

Ozzy and Black Sabbath

The vinyl is skipping

From the fight in the kitchen

Blood screaming and kicking

Smoke fills up the sky

Gasoline on the trash heap

The mattress is burning

I hear it popping and snapping

The rain soaked teddy bear

So heavy I can't lift it

The flask for the moonshine

I watch as they all sip it

The Halloween pumpkin candle lit with a Pentagram

The grandfather clock

With a broken minute hand

Surrounded by thieves killers

Thugs and some junkies

And to this day

Memories of shadow's haunt me

From the years when I was young

Things that used to terrify me

Are the things

That I've become

I throw on my leather jacket

A collection of biker patches

One of them says savage

The other one Black Sabbath

Heavily tatted barely any skin left

Whiskey bent after twelve

I'm always playing with death

Bullet shells in my yard

Loaded gun on the shelf

Run the roads like a wolf

Through the whole Bible Belt

Rattlesnake skin boots

Toes up on the chopper

Fifty Harleys behind me

They all ready to slaughter

Drunk in front of my sons

Drunk in front of my daughter

Spit cuss and I yell

It's like a one-sided quarter

'Cause I'm only heads up

No matter which way you flip it

No brake lights in my life

I'm either rich or evicted

Committed to my convictions

Committed crimes with the quitters

Connected to my religion

The religion of sinners

Send a prayer to God

Exhaling smoke off the Meth pipe

Like puddles reflecting the ripples echo to next life

So here I am standing just like the ashes that fell from the fire

A seed that fell off that poisonous and forgotten flower

Became my own nightmare

But now I think it's charming

Especially when

Memories of shadow's haunt me

From the years when I was young

Things that used to terrify me

Are the things

That I've become