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[Intro: Deep melancholic cello drone and eerie Erkencho horn. Sound of clanking chains and a slow, heavy rhythmic stomp. Distorted slide guitar echoes.] [Verse 1: Low-register, gravelly male baritone. Intimate, weary, breathy delivery. Acoustic Akonting plucked softly.] I’m sitting by the marker on the Highway Sixty-Nine, With a shadow on my shoulder and a fever in my spine. A decade in the darkness, a decade in the hole, For a moment of a madness that swallowed up my soul. [Am - Dm - E7 - Am] [Verse 2: Increasing grit in the voice. Moody accordion textures swell in the background.] I came home in the moonlight, quiet as a thief, To find another shadow bringing my heart to grief. One shot for the stranger, one scream for the bride, And a lifetime of silence waiting on the inside. [Chorus: Powerful, soulful blues vocals with raw emotional resonance. Hammond organ and heavy industrial clank.] Oh, I played the Iron Triangle and I lost every side, Traded my freedom for a cold, bloody ride. The judge gave me the gavel, the warden gave me the chain, But she's the one who left me with this everlasting rain. [Am - E7 - Dm - Em] [Instrumental Break: Wild, weeping saxophone solo mixed with glitchy banjo and Bollywood-style violin scales. High-energy but tragic.] [Verse 3: Subdued, cynical tone. Cello strings become more prominent and sorrowful.] Now the gates have swung open, but I’m still behind the bars, Underneath the ceiling of these cold, indifferent stars. My guitar is my witness, my dog is my priest, Trying to find some mercy for the beauty and the beast. [Bridge: Intense, preaching-style delivery. Sudden NDW synth stabs and fast digital arpeggios.] Don't you go home early, son, if you love your piece of mind, Some secrets are better left for the blind to find. Because a bullet travels fast, but the regret travels slow, And there ain't no map for the places you'll go. [Guitar Solo: Heavy, distorted "Doom-Blues" wail. Slow and aggressive.] [Outro: Voice glitching into a dark whisper. Final mournful moseño flute riff. Fading sound of a cold wind.] Three hearts in a circle... now there's only one. Just a man on the shoulder... with a song for a gun... [Fade out with a final electronic 404-error beep]