Young Thornton (remade track 1 of a wasteland saga)

(Verse 1) Dust in the wheatfields, blood in the clay, Pa's hands like vultures, circling my days. Momma's ghost whispers through the cracked barn door, "Some debts get settled, some can't be ignored." (Pre-Chorus) The shotgun’s heavy, cold as his stare, He laughs like thunder—"Boy, you wouldn’t dare." (Chorus) Pull the trigger, let the devil drop, One less shadow in the cabbage crop. I’ll figure it out with fire and lead, This land’s mine now—feed the dead. (Verse 2) He called me weak, said I couldn’t mend a fence, But weakness don’t bury the evidence. Momma’s bones hum where the corn grows tall, A reckoning’s coming—I’m ending it all. (Bridge) Steel sings louder than a father’s scorn, One flash, one echo—then the past is torn. The crows go silent when the old man falls, And the wind screams nothing—*nothing at all.* (Chorus) Pull the trigger, let the devil drop, One less shadow in the cabbage crop. I’ll figure it out with fire and lead, This land’s mine now—feed the dead. (Outro) Dawn cracks the sky like a rifle’s breath, I plant my feet where he planted death. The farm don’t care whose hands hold the reins, Long as the dirt remembers the stains.