Pines Don’t Pray

[Intro]
[owl screech, wind hissing through trees]
Boot prints deep in the black mud
Moon cut thin like a sick stud
Church bells dead, but the pines hum
You hear that?
They're sayin' we don't run
[Verse 1]
Daddy kept a Bible and a bloodstain
Both on the dash of his stuck truck
Mama kept her mask in the cupboard
Said, "Pick a face if you need luck"
Family dinner out by the tree line
One more plate than we got kin
Empty chair grins in the fire glow
We all stare like, "Let’s begin" (yeah)
[Chorus]
Wicked roots, we’re a wicked little family
Laughin' while we drag you through the canopy
Pines don’t pray, they just watch what a man’ll be
Snap goes a bone in the dark, that’s a melody
Wicked roots, we’re a wicked little family
Hands in the dirt, hearts cold as a felony
If you hear your name in the rust of the leaves
Don’t look back
Just leave, just leave (hey!)
[Verse 2]
Heard your truck stall at the creek bed
Radio fried into harsh hiss
Static said your full name twice
Then it asked, "You ready for this?"
Boots on gravel, then on needles
Crow song twisted out of key
Grandma’s hummin' from the branches
She been dead since ‘93 (woah)
[Chorus]
Wicked roots, we’re a wicked little family
Laughin' while we drag you through the canopy
Pines don’t pray, they just watch what a man’ll be
Snap goes a bone in the dark, that’s a melody
Wicked roots, we’re a wicked little family
Hands in the dirt, hearts cold as a felony
If you hear your name in the rust of the leaves
Don’t look back
Just leave, just leave
[Bridge]
[vinyl scratch, distant chains rattling in tempo]
You hear that giggle in the girl’s throat?
That ain’t joy, that’s a death note
You hear that calm in the boy’s drawl?
That’s the last sound ‘fore you fall (fall)
Family tree carved in your rib cage
Every ring count one more rage
We say grace over grave stones
"Pass the salt
And the bones"
[Chorus]
Wicked roots, we’re a wicked little family
Laughin' while we drag you through the canopy
Pines don’t pray, they just watch what a man’ll be
Snap goes a bone in the dark, that’s a melody
Wicked roots, we’re a wicked little family
Hands in the dirt, hearts cold as a felony
If you hear your name in the rust of the leaves
Don’t look back
Just leave, just leave (run)

rap, Dual-vocal horrorcore-country hybrid: gravelly male and eerie female vocals trading lines over twangy detuned guitar, dark ambient pads, psytrance stabs, and a relentless hardcore bassline. Layered forest sound design—branches snapping, distant crows, a rusted swing creaking—plus vinyl scratches and glitchy noise risers. Verses stay tense and whispered-then-barked; hook explodes with gang-style call-and-response and distorted ad-libs., bassline, scratch, horrorcore, country, noise, hardcore, dark ambient