

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] It started with a silence, a whispered kind of rot, The well was sealed, but truth was not. A lie to calm the people's mind, While darker deeds grew close behind. [Verse 2] They preyed on those just passing through, The ones no kin would miss or sue. A girl on horseback never seen, A boy found cold near Abilene. [Chorus] Rotten roots beneath the dust, Fed by greed, desire, and lust. No law, no god, no holy flame— Just hungry hands and hidden shame. [Verse 3] The preacher’s words were soft and kind, But blood still soaked the ties that bind. The sheriff smiled, the townsfolk prayed, While strangers screamed where none obeyed. [Bridge] The railman’s wife, the peddler’s son, All vanished when the day was done. Some saw the truth but turned away, In Dust Creek, guilt don’t ever stay. [Final Chorus] Rotten roots, too deep to burn, A town too blind, too cruel to learn. No justice rides, no judgment speaks— But one day soon, the silence breaks. [Outro – whispered line, fading:] And when it does... they’ll hear the bell.
Tags
gothic country, slow tempo, gritty slide guitar, eerie harmonica, deep male vocals, desert noir, sinister mood
2:55
No
8/5/2025