[Intro, sparse and ominous] [Genre: Dark Americana] [Dynamic: Whisper to growl arc] [Key: D minor (dark and remorseful)] [Tempo: 72 BPM, slow shuffle] [Mood: Suspicious, bitter, menacing] [Verse 1] [Dynamic: Low simmer] [Key: D minor] [Tempo: 72 BPM] [Mood: Uneasy] [Vocal Style: Low and deliberate] [Vocal Quality: Dusty, bitter] You said blood was thicker, but it ran so thin Left me sinkin’ while you wore that crooked grin Your boots on my table, lies in your teeth A Judas tongue, twistin’ under Southern heat [Pre-Chorus, breathless and rising] [Dynamic: Intensifying] [Mood: Threatening] [Vocal Style: Tense, ready to snap] I built you shelter, you built a gallows Carved our deal in the bark of shallows [Chorus, full band surge] [Dynamic: Full strike] [Mood: Righteous fury] [Vocal Style: Belting with grit] [Vocal Quality: Broken glory] Hung my trust on the Judas Tree Roots dug deep in a bastard's creed Took my name, wore it like a stain But blood don’t wash with rain Blood don’t wash with rain [interlude] [Verse 2, bitter return] [Dynamic: Pull back, spoken venom] [Mood: Sarcastic] [Vocal Style: Half-sung, half-spat] [Vocal Quality: Snarled] Kept your blade behind a Sunday smile Preacher’s hands, sinner’s file Told the town I broke the vow While you lit the match and watched it burn down [Pre-Chorus] I brung you bread, you served me rust The barrel’s cold, but I aim just [Chorus] Hung my hope on the Judas Tree Fruit so sweet with a bitter seed Cut me out like I was clay But blood don’t wash away No, blood don’t wash away [interlude] [Bridge, rattling tension and storm build] [Dynamic: Tense to burst] [Mood: Apocalyptic justice] [Vocal Style: Controlled fury] [Vocal Quality: Steeled edge] Now your shadow walks like it's hunted The creek runs red where you flaunted Every oath you wore to church Now burns like backwoods witch’s curse [long instrumental solo} [Final Chorus, stripped then thunderous] [Dynamic: Start low, rise hard] [Vocal Style: Roared with layered harmonies] [Vocal Quality: Vengeful, ecstatic] Hung my soul on the Judas Tree Let the crows take what's left of me I got no prayers, just a name to lay 'Cause blood don’t wash today No, blood don’t wash today [Outro] [Fade Out to End]