Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Boot prints in the cornfield mud Rust-red moon on a shotgun flood Male voice in the scarecrow’s throat Laughs when the rope digs under my coat (hah) Static in the barn light, flick Cows all stare with their eyes unzipped Something in the silo hums my name Every little cricket click spelling out pain [Chorus] I’m the gravel god, chewing on glass Spurs on my boots and a psycho past (yeah) Voices in the wind say “ride or rot” High beams off on a dead-end lot Gravel god, let the roadbeds bleed Cut that engine, watch it feed If you hear your name in the cicadas’ song You been dead all night, just walking along (keep walking) [Verse 2] She sings through a cracked CB Female drawl, sugar traced with bleach “Breaker breaker, you alone out there? Got a seat in the dark if you really don’t care” Radio laughs, then the dial goes mute Then the sky bends low, then the trees uproot Her face in the rearview, eyes pure white Hat brim low like a funeral night (shhh) [Chorus] I’m the gravel god, chewing on glass Spurs on my boots and a psycho past Voices in the wind say “ride or rot” High beams off on a dead-end lot Gravel god, let the roadbeds bleed Cut that engine, watch it feed If you hear your name in the cicadas’ song You been dead all night, just walking along (walking, walking) [Bridge] [Glitched vocal chop stutters between male and female phrases] “Turn it around” / “Too late now” Laughter scratches like vinyl on a plow Clock on the dash starts ticking up years Every mile marker mouthing your fears (hey) [Chorus] I’m the gravel god, chewing on glass Spurs on my boots and a psycho past Voices in the wind say “ride or rot” High beams off on a dead-end lot Gravel god, let the roadbeds bleed Cut that engine, watch it feed If you hear your name in the cicadas’ song You been dead all night, just walking along (keep walking, keep walking)
Tags
rap, Hybrid horrorcore rap over glitched dark ambient beds, detuned country slide guitar, and distorted psytrance stabs. Alternating male and female vocals, aggressive call-and-response. Sections slam from sparse, whispered verses into huge hardstyle drops, turntable scratches, and harsh noise swells; sound design leans on reversed impacts, demonic risers, and eerie new age pads for contrast. Master bus pumping, vocals upfront with layers of growls and distant, radio-filtered doubles., scratch, horrorcore, glitch, noise, dark ambient, hardcore, freestyle, country, new age, hardstyle
Duration
3:14
Instrumental
No
Created
3/24/2026