In the valley of green grass there are feet but no toes
Why? Nobody knows
In my dark room, there's a black book that once was a diary
And it drained life out from me
Deep in Ponderosa, something lurks mythologized
Decapitating deer, gouging out their eyes
Many people question if he exists
But the evils that we do, I swear, are worse than his
The mirror here holds a specter with a wound cauterized
Who paid for my sins and bled for my lies
That is where he will spend his sentence from the gods
But less than death, he never even was
Patrolling the forest off the interstate
Checking for roadkill or an easy prey
The air here echoes nothing, except wind through trees
The cold silence preceding butchering
The monsters of this world
I can't take it anymore
I need to leave
I need to leave Arizona
This place is toxic
The heat's depressing
The soil's bad
But things still find ways to live
It's so dry
In the Mogollon rim