

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Alarm hits four Coffee’s burnt and thin Boots by the door Black river on my skin Lunch pail cold Name tag frayed and bent Praying hard the roof Holds up one more shift [Chorus] I got black dust in my teeth Black dust in my lungs Every breath I steal From a broke-down sun If this hill decides To lay me underneath Carve “he fed the dark” Where my bones find peace I got black dust in my teeth [Verse 2] Tracks run down Through the mountain’s throat Rust-red creek Where the fish don’t float Sirens once For the men we lost Their hats still hang Like unpaid costs [Chorus] I got black dust in my teeth Black dust in my lungs Every breath I steal From a broke-down sun If this hill decides To lay me underneath Carve “he fed the dark” Where my bones find peace I got black dust in my teeth [Bridge] Daddy coughed up midnight In a county bed Said “boy, this rock Already wrote us dead” But the landlord’s waiting And the baby cries So I clock back in Where the daylight dies (oh Lord) [Chorus] I got black dust in my teeth Black dust in my lungs Every breath I steal From a broke-down sun If this hill decides To lay me underneath Carve “he fed the dark” Where my bones find peace I got black dust in my teeth I got black dust in my teeth
Tags
country, Dry, haunted dark-country ballad. Male vocals, close-mic’d and weary. Fingerpicked acoustic in dropped tuning, brushed kick on the 1 and 3, low tremolo electric guitar swells like distant thunder. Harmonica moans at section ends, faint baritone backing on the choruses. Mix stays intimate, then swells slightly in the bridge with a rough edge in the vocal and a pushed room reverb before collapsing back to a stark outro.
3:39
No
2/1/2026