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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Rust in the desert
Trailer door slam shut
Chains on concrete
Dust in every cut
Diary of damage
Typed in shaking hands
Tape hiss halo
Over strangled plans
[Chorus]
Say his name in a flat gray sky
David Parker Ray
Just a thin dry smile
"Welcome to the box" like a Sunday prayer
How many went in there?
How many stayed there?
Crimes like a canyon
Nobody reaching the floor
David Parker Ray
You can't count the before
[Verse 2]
Polaroids hidden
Under rotting boards
Whispered first names
Never final words
Maps with circles
Drawn in crooked red
Whole damn county
Built on the backs of the dead
[Chorus]
Say his name in a flat gray sky
David Parker Ray
Just a thin dry smile
"Welcome to the box" like a Sunday prayer
How many went in there?
How many stayed there?
Crimes like a canyon
Nobody reaching the floor
David Parker Ray
You can't count the before
[Bridge]
He walked in daylight
Bought his coffee black
Laughed with his neighbors
Then drove right back
To the hurt
To the tape
To the bolt in the floor
Every lock
Every knock
Hiding thousands more (yeah)
[Chorus]
Say his name in a flat gray sky
David Parker Ray
Still that thin dry smile
"Welcome to the box" like a Sunday prayer
How many went in there?
How many stayed there?
Crimes like a canyon
Echo under the door
David Parker Ray
You can’t count them
Anymore
Details
GeneratedFeb 10, 2026
Duration3:36
LanguageEnglish
Style
rock, Dark alternative rock with male vocals; mid-tempo tom-heavy groove, grimy bass, and jagged baritone guitars. Verses stay tense and hushed over a droning note; chorus explodes with open chords and shouted gang vocals low in the mix. Bridge drops to near-whisper over feedback and floor toms, then slams back with layered screams and a sustained, dissonant guitar bend.
Credits
Prompt byMichael Nickerson
ModelAria v5
Prompt
A recounting of the crimes of David Parker ray, rock
