Run With the Wolves

Everyone else seems to be making AI dark country songs, so we were thinking... HEY... WE SHOULD MAKE ONE TOO! Well, here it is - infused with our own blend of Blacklite Hollowe style synthwave texture along with a big ol helping of chewing tobacco and grit. Lyrics: Dust on the dashboard Moon like a busted bulb Boot prints in the gravel Blood drying on my cuff Radio dead silent Name burned off the plate Headlights cut the treeline Something calling from the gate I run with the wolves Teeth in the midnight cold Heart like a loaded gun Soul already sold If the law comes hunting They’ll just find bones and smoke I run with the wolves And I don’t come home Barbed wire memories Crosshairs in my back Your face in the rearview Ghost riding every track Prayers taste like whiskey Ash on my blackened tongue Heaven locked its doors up Hell says I’m the favored son I run with the wolves Teeth in the midnight cold Heart like a loaded gun Soul already sold If the law comes hunting They’ll just find bones and smoke I run with the wolves And I don’t come home Hear that low growl rising (oh) From the dark behind my eyes If I slow down, I’m dying So I floor it through the pines I run with the wolves Teeth in the midnight cold Heart like a loaded gun Soul already sold If the dawn comes searching It just finds tracks in snow I run with the wolves And I don’t come home