[Intro] (A low, blues-soaked acoustic fingerpicking pattern opens in B minor. A Hammond B3 organ hums underneath with a slow, weeping resonator slide and a heavy, grounded kick-and-snare heartbeat. A deep, raspy breath before the vocal cuts in.) [Verse 1] (Bare acoustic guitar and organ, gravelly low baritone delivery) I poured two fingers of Tennessee rye, Trying to drown the heat behind my eyes. They tell you that time takes the edge off the blade, That the memories wash out like footsteps in the rain. They don’t know about the shadows carved into the bone, Or how the mind plays movies when you’re all alone. You can scrub at the canvas till the knuckles turn white, But the paint doesn’t peel when it’s baked in the light. [Pre-Chorus] (Warm upright bass enters with subtle brushed snare) You can close both your eyelids and turn out the lamp, Try to shake off the fever and run from the damp. You can pray for amnesia until your knees bleed— Some pictures don't fade, no matter what you plead. [Chorus] (Full band swells with roaring soul, crying resonator, and soaring raspy chest voice) 'Cause you can’t unsee the things that you’ve seen, You can’t wipe the blood off a memory clean! Once the darkness steps in and burns up the screen, You’re left in the ash of what used to be green. I walked through the fire, I stood on the line, And left all the innocent pieces behind. Lord, forgive a poor sinner who's down on his knees— There ain’t no forgetting the things you can’t unsee. [Verse 2] (Acoustic picking continues with an ambient low-string drone and subtle organ vibrato) I look at my woman asleep in our bed, While the thunder rolls sideways inside of my head. She sees a survivor, a man made of stone, Never hearing the voices I fight on my own. I saw the light leave a good brother’s face, Saw the worst of this world in a godforsaken place. Now the sunshine looks crooked, the silence feels wrong, And I’m carrying ghosts that have lingered too long. [Pre-Chorus] (Snare builds a slow, resolute heartbeat) You can close both your eyelids and turn out the lamp, Try to shake off the fever and run from the damp. You can pray for amnesia until your knees bleed— Some pictures don't fade, no matter what you plead. [Chorus] (Maximum vocal grit, soaring Stapleton-style dynamic belted delivery with rich backing harmonies) 'Cause you can’t unsee the things that you’ve seen! You can’t wipe the blood off a memory clean! Once the darkness steps in and burns up the screen, You’re left in the ash of what used to be green! I walked through the fire, I stood on the line, And left all the innocent pieces behind! Lord, forgive a poor sinner who's down on his knees— There ain’t no forgetting the things you can’t unsee! [Bridge] (Music strips back to bare acoustic strumming and a mournful, screaming slide resonator solo) I ain’t asking for mercy to change what went down, I took the hard road through a burning-hot town. Just give me one second where my mind can go still... Before the next shadow climbs over the hill. [Guitar / Resonator Solo] (A slow, weeping slide guitar solo soars with immense blues ache, trading phrases with a crying Hammond organ over warm bass swells.) [Chorus] (Full band erupts at peak dynamic power, raw baritone rasp pushing to the red line) 'Cause you can’t unsee the things that you’ve seen! You can’t wipe the blood off a memory clean! Once the darkness steps in and burns up the screen, You’re left in the ash of what used to be green! I walked through the fire, I stood on the line, And left all the innocent pieces behind! Lord, have a little mercy on a man on his knees— There ain’t no forgetting the things you can’t unsee! [Outro] (Music drops down to solo acoustic fingerpicking, fading organ pad, and a raspy spoken whisper) Burned behind the eyes... Etched into the stone... Ain't no unseeing it now. (A final low B-minor chord rings out, decaying slowly into room plate reverb alongside a solitary heavy exhale.)
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