Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Fog eats the harbor Salt in my teeth Rust on the crab traps Something moves beneath Diner on Front Street Closes at ten But the church on the headland Opens again Lanterns in basements Curtains pulled tight Everyone’s praying To anything but light [Chorus] Brine and blacklight Rolling in from the deep Something old Something cold Teaching quiet towns to creep Brine and blacklight Hear the tide chant your name When the shoreline bends And the sky runs red You’ll swear it all felt the same [Verse 2] Old men at card games Fold on the word Every loose conversation Cages a bird Fingers webbed slightly Gills pale and new Kids at the bait shop Staring straight through you Lighthouse keeps pulsing Rhythm too slow Not here for sailors Pointing down below [Chorus] Brine and blacklight Rolling in from the deep Something old Something cold Teaching quiet towns to creep Brine and blacklight Hear the tide chant your name When your neighbor hums What the sea once dreamed You’ll hum it back just the same (just the same) [Bridge] [Clean guitar and brushed cymbals; vocal almost whispered] Grainy old yearbooks Eyes all the same Whole generations Mouthing one name Circle of footprints Leading straight to the waves No one turned around No bodies Just graves [Instrumental Sax Solo] [Band shifts into fractured swing; sax screams Then slithers over a churning riff] [Verse 3] Claws in the kelp beds Teeth in the foam Something that isn’t a storm Crawling home Towers of vertebrae Breaking the swell Choir on the bluff Singing welcome to hell I taste the future Copper and brine Feel my own fingers Growing new lines (oh) [Chorus] Brine and blacklight Coiling up from the deep Every prayer Every stare Wakes a mouth that used to sleep Brine and blacklight We’re the stairs to the crown When the coastline lifts And it opens its eyes We’ll call it “our little town” [Outro] [Half-time breakdown Sax and guitar in unison] From the pier to the pines To the flooded church door It was rising Rising Here long before (Brine and blacklight) (Here long before)
Tags
metal, Jagged jazz-metal fusion with male vocals: asymmetrical drums, palm-muted guitars locking to warped walking bass, dissonant piano hits, and a screaming tenor sax that takes a chaotic solo after the second chorus. Verses start in a stalking, swung groove, choruses explode into half-time chugs with gang shouts on key phrases. Bridge drops to eerie clean guitar and brushed cymbals before a final crushing stack of riffs and sax squeals., jazz metal
Duration
5:29
Instrumental
No
Created
3/31/2026