Style Prompt: Dark Southern Gothic, Horrorcore, Industrial Folk, Heavy Distorted Bass, Raspy Male Vocals, Atmospheric Noise, Slow Tempo] [Verse 1] [Acoustic Guitar, Distorted] Beneath the rot of the crooked oak Where crops turn black in the moldering field It stands strung high on a splintered cross A bag of skin that will never yield Glass-bead eyes that refuse to blink Reflecting the twitch of your dying light It doesn't watch to ward off birds It hungers to taste your pulse tonight [Chorus] [Heavy Drums Drop, Aggressive Vocals] The scarecrow knows where the meat is buried The scarecrow breathes when the air goes cold He rasps the name of the youngest child Whose bones down the shaft are black and old The well is wide the rope is slick It swallowed the girl it'll take you whole Listen close to the stone down deep A hundred fingernails scratching the coal [Verse 2] [Industrial Synth, Creepy Percussion] Your footprints bleed into thick black sludge The trail vanishes where you stood The mouth-slit tears in a wet wide grin As dry straw twitches with stolen blood The stone rim gapes like a severed neck A stagnant pit in the barren soil It smells of rot and copper wire And water that churns in a lifeless boil [Pre-Chorus] [Tension Building, Screaming Backing Vocals] The wind isn't wind—it's a choked-out throat It gurgles your name through the shattered teeth Don't look at the cross don't look at the well Don't listen to what's awake underneath [Build] [Accelerating Tempo, Heavy Distortion] The stone wants dark The straw wants skin The rope jerks tight To pull you in [Chorus] [Full Intensity, Screaming, Heavy Bass] The scarecrow knows where the meat is buried The scarecrow breathes when the air goes cold He rasps the name of the youngest child Whose bones down the shaft are black and old The well is wide the rope is slick It swallowed the girl it'll take you whole Listen close to the stone down deep A hundred fingernails scratching the coal [Bridge] [Guitar Solo, Chaotic, Dissonant] They braided the rope from a dead man's hair They filled his gut with the butcher's offal They carved a smile with a rusty blade And buried the mothers to make it lawful It sways on the post with a sickening snap Its shadow lengthens it drops to the dirt It creeps on all fours through the dying corn It feeds on the terror before the hurt [Breakdown] [Music Cuts Out, Creepy Ambient Drone] [Spoken Word, Raspy Voice] Don't scream—it likes the vibration The well is full but it always makes room Hear them down there? They aren't crying anymore They're chewing... [Chorus] [Explosive Climax, Maximum Distortion] The scarecrow knows where the meat is buried The scarecrow breathes when the air goes cold He rasps the name of the youngest child Whose bones down the shaft are black and old The well is wide the rope is slick It swallowed the girl it'll take you whole Listen close to the stone down deep A hundred fingernails scratching the coal [Outro] [Sub-Bass Drone, Wet Footstep FX] [Whisper, Binaural Effect] Lean over the edge little morsel Look how deep Drop your shoes in Now give me your wrists... [Fade to silence]
