Texty: Cartel. Cycles. Deep South.

I was born in the south
Given to a town raised on handsome mouth
Born on the same day as the sun
Holding in the Earth, seen one by one

A dot in the cold, waiting to rot
Frozen like stone, all is for not
All that I am is churning inside
All that I am is screaming...

Go and get my bones
Bring 'em to the deep south
Yeah somewhere they can thaw out
Here in the deep south
Go and get my bones
Bring 'em to the deep south
Oh yeah somewhere they can thaw out
Here in the deep south

I feel it in my skin
Coming undone again and again
Torn at the seam my heart is sewn
Holding back the tears shed on my own

If dying is bold, then courage I've got
I could grow old, but I forgot
All that I am is churning inside
The voice in my head is screaming...

Go and get my bones
Bring 'em to the deep south
Yeah somewhere they can thaw out
Here in the deep south
Go and get my bones
Bring 'em to the deep south
Oh yeah somewhere they can thaw out
Here in the deep south

I was born in the south
Given to a town raised on handsome mouth
Born on the same day as the sun
Counting every heart beat one by one

Go and get my bones
Bring 'em to the deep south
Yeah somewhere they can thaw out
Here in the deep south
Go and get my bones
Bring 'em to the deep south
Oh yeah somewhere they can thaw out
Here in the deep south

Go and get my bones
Bring 'em to the deep south
Yeah somewhere they can thaw out
Here in the deep south
Go and get my bones
Bring 'em to the deep south
Yeah somewhere they can thaw out
Here in the deep south