Dust & Iron Edit

Intro
(Slow, melancholic acoustic guitar fingerpicking)
(Heavy 808 sub-bass drops in with slow slide guitar wail)
Yeah...
Rust on the chrome, blood on the pine...
Clock keeps ticking down the line...
​[Verse 1]
Midnight rolling down Highway 9,
Two hands gripping on a crooked spine.
Engine hums with an outlaw tone,
Built this cage out of dirt and bone.
Got a shadow riding shotgun, talking real low,
Asking where the hard-headed sinners gonna go.
808 knocking like a boot on the door,
Cigarette burning down to the floor.
No halo hanging on a barbed wire fence,
Trading off my soul for a couple of cents.
Cold wind howling down a pitch-black track,
Once you cross that river, ain't no turning back.
​[Chorus]
(Full trap beat enters with heavy 808 sub and fast hi-hat rolls)
Tires in the gravel, bass in the chest,
Ain't no peace for a heart at rest.
Outlaw rhythm with a dark trap sound,
Six feet deep in the holy ground.
Yeah, smoke in the valley, ice in the vein,
Dancing with the devil in the pouring rain.
​[Verse 2]
(Hi-hats drop out, leaving raw 808 kick and slide guitar)
Steel-string crying like a ghost in the fog,
Burying my secrets down deep in the bog.
Got a heavy-metal heart and a copperhead stride,
Ain't nowhere left in this county to hide.
Fast-talking cadence with a Southern drawl,
Back pressed tight up against the wall.
They want redemption, but the price too high,
Just another shadow underneath the midnight sky.
(Hi-hats roll back in fast)
Count down the seconds till the daylight fades,
Paid for my sins with the sharpest blades.
​[Chorus]
Tires in the gravel, bass in the chest,
Ain't no peace for a heart at rest.
Outlaw rhythm with a dark trap sound,
Six feet deep in the holy ground.
Yeah, smoke in the valley, ice in the vein,
Dancing with the devil in the pouring rain.
​[Outro]
(Drums fade out, leaving low 808 rumble and solo slide guitar)
Just dust... and iron.
Ghosts in the rearview...
Let the thunder roll.
(Fade to black on a single lingering minor chord)