Elements of Dysfunction - BAYOU STATIC

I tried to outrun it up beyond the county line,
But every empty highway carried back the same sign.
There's a pulse beneath the mud, steady as a drum,
Like the dark keeps whispering where I'm really from.
Biostatic frequencies through my bones,
Voices in the low tide calling me back home.
Biostatic buzzing in my veins,
Ghosts inside the radio rattling through the rain.