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Slow-burning Southern Gothic Rock opens with distant church bell FX and low, pulsing kick drum under a moaning dirty slide guitar drenched in tremolo reverb. Gritty male vocals ride sparse verses, each building tension with layered reverby textures and subtle bass growl. The bridge crescendos with wailing guitar licks and haunting ambient noise, then dissolves into a hollow outro with only bell chimes and ghostly guitar echo remaining.

Release Date: July 2025

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Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I was born in Wallaceburg, cold river town,
My father wore faith like a merchant's crown.
They gave me books, but I turned from the page,
Took to drinking and the road at an early age.

[Verse 2]
At nineteen I married, and with my father's soul gone,
I kept a tavern ‘til the money ran wrong.
Then my brother got locked up for a crime he'd denied,
So we scaled the jail wall with fire in our eyes.

[Pre-Chorus]
An old woman gave me keys through the fear in her breath,
I held gold in my hands, but I gave it back yet.
Still, I ran with the law on my heels in the night—
That was the start of the long, losing fight.

[Chorus]
And I’ve run from the gallows, run from the flame,
Traded shame for silver, and faces for names.
Now the cold wind is whisperin’ my soul to confess—
I was damned long before I was dressed.
I was damned long before I was dressed.

[Verse 3]
I rode from Burr Oak to the edge of the pines,
With Mallett and Latta and counterfeit dimes.
We broke locks, we stole horses, we passed paper lies,
Woke the night with our sins and our alibis.

[Verse 4]
In Fawn River’s dark, through the snow-covered mud,
We moved stolen goods and we traded in blood.
I passed watches and coins that were never quite real,
Learned a man’s worth is less than the weight he can steal.

[Bridge – Spoken or Sung Softly]
“Here mother, take your gold, I don’t want it,” I said—
But the world never forgot where my footsteps had bled.
And they came in the dark, not a jury in sight,
With their ropes and their wrath, on that bitter Tuesday night…

[Chorus]
And I’ve run from the gallows, run from the flame,
Traded shame for silver, and faces for names.
Now the cold wind is whisperin’ my soul to confess—
I was damned long before I was dressed.
I was damned long before I was dressed.

[Verse 5 – Reflection]
They’ll say I was a monster, a ghost in a grin,
But the line between man and the devil is thin.
I held the reins, yes, I knew what I’d done,
Still I wonder if justice was ever begun.

[Final Chorus – Slower, Haunting]
I’ve run from the gallows, run from the flame,
But no one outruns the weight of their name.
Now the rope swings gentle ‘neath the cold winter sky—
Say a prayer for the lost, let the guilty man cry.
Say a prayer for the lost… let the guilty man cry.





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