Witchgrass Dreams | Dark Country Music - Dark Country Boy
Beneath the blades of cursed green scythes
I close my eyes and see the skies
A ghostly whisper threads my seams
Welcome to the witchgrass dreams
Floating soft on spectral streams
Nothing's ever what it seems
A shadow's hand, a silent scream
Lost within these witchgrass dreams
Roots that curl like ancient veins
Binding tight with phantom chains
The stars above, they blink and gleam
Pulling me through witchgrass dreams
The air is thick, it tastes like ash
Time bends here and starts to clash
A spirit's laugh, a haunting beam
Guides me deep through witchgrass dreams
Floating soft on spectral streams
Nothing's ever what it seems
A shadow's hand, a silent scream
Lost within these witchgrass dreams
Awake but feel the spirits mark
A tethered soul, a fading spark
The cursed grass hums dark and keen
Calling back to witchgrass dreams