(Dirty South Metal ft. twangy country female) [Verse 1 – Dirty South Grit] (Growled, bluesy riff with pounding bass) I bled my soul through a hollow-point pen, You cashed the pain like a lottery win. Draped in silk but you're razor sharp, Queen of thieves with a poison heart. (Pre-Chorus – Slick Talk) Ohh, you love the smell of gasoline, Dancin’ in the flames like a wick at midnight. But baby, karma's got a .44 scream— One shot left, and I’m your last light. [Chorus – Twangy country Female (Haunting Harmony)] So load up the barrel, spin the chamber dark, I got bullets for your greedy heart. You took the angels, sold ‘em piece by piece, Now the devil’s at your door— And he’s wearin’ my teeth. [Verse 2 – Southern Gothic Swagger] (Sludgy guitars, foot stomps) You built your throne on a liar’s creed, Gold-plated lies and a junkie’s need. I was the fool who stacked your bricks, Now I’m the ghost with a trigger fix. (Pre-Chorus – Moonshine Sorrow) Ohh, the choir sings a rattlesnake hymn, Halo rusted, wings dipped in sin. You’ll beg for mercy when the steel barks— But mercy died where the wild dogs start. [Chorus – female and male- Growled Unison] So load up the barrel, spin the chamber dark, I got bullets for your greedy heart. You took the angels, sold ‘em piece by piece, Now the devil’s at your door— And he’s wearin’ my teeth. [Bridge – Banjo of the Damned] (Acoustic plucks melting into feedback) (Whispered): "Bless your soul..." (Snarls): "But damn your bones." Gun cocks, silence— then the BOOM. [Outro – Gospel of Vengeance] (Screamed over soaring steel guitar) Judgment Day’s got a Southern drawl, Six feet deep in a blood-red wall. Ain’t no prayin’ where the vultures swarm— I etched your name on the bullet storm. "Click. Bang. Amen."
