Elements of Dysfunction - BAYOU STATIC

Buzzing through the power lines hanging in the trees.
Every road I wander winds me back again,
Like the marshlands got a hole buried in my skin.
Biostatic frequencies through my bones,
Voices in the low tide calling me back home.
Biostatic humming through the night,
Something in the distance burning through the pines tonight.
River boat engines groaning somewhere out of sight,