Cornfield Concrete
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Cornfield concrete, buried mouth with metal teeth
Down below, men in clean coats and rubber soles write prayers in numbers and needles
Up above, kids swap rumors and dares, keep throwing rocks toward a patch of earth that sounds hollow
Everyone knows something’s built under the crops, nobody says it out loud in daylight
Verse 1
Trucks roll past endless rows of stalks, tall enough to swallow kids, quiet enough to hide a thousand secrets
Every horror story in town starts or ends out here, dirt roads, moonlight, something moving between the plants
On the surface it’s just farmland and scarecrows and pesticide tanks
Underneath, cables crawl like buried snakes, thin veins feeding a slab of concrete that never shows up on county records
Verse 2
Vent grates hide under weeds, coughing out air with the taste of bleach and burnt electronics
At night, faint glows seep between the stalks in colors no small town should own
Helicopters sometimes drift overhead, lights off, blades clipped close to silence
Animals give the place wide berth, paths curving away long before paws or hooves reach the unseen border
Pre-Chorus
Stories whisper about storm cellars and bomb shelters
No one mentions the low mechanical heartbeat you can feel when you kneel and press your hand to the soil
[Chorus]
Bridge
Lightning strikes farther out, never quite over that one patch, as if clouds understand the contract
Tractor lights dim a little every time they pass close, engines coughing in protest
Once in a long while, a lift door opens under the stars and chews a person down into the dark
They come back changed or not at all, and the wind through the corn sings louder that year
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