[Intro – Old Wood Creaking + Thunder]
[A chandelier sways softly]
Big houses down South got quiet floors…
but loud ghosts.
[Organ enters slowly]
Every brick remember somethin’.
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[Verse 1]
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White columns rise through the Spanish moss,
Beautiful land bought with terrible cost.
Crystal chandeliers still glow warm,
While history bleed underneath the floors.
Old money talk with a polished drawl,
Family portraits line the walls.
Silver spoons and bourbon neat,
Built from hands that never got freed.
That’s the thing about Southern grace—
Sometimes elegance hide ugly pain.
And every mansion dressed in gold
Still got stories never told.
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[Hook – Choir + Heavy Strings]
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House built on bones…
Still stand tall…
But the dead still whisper through the halls.
House built on bones…
Velvet and shame…
Luxury soaked in inherited pain.
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[Verse 2]
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Granddaddy made money off sugarcane dreams,
Cotton fields and crooked schemes.
Now descendants sip wine by the lake,
Pretendin’ history ain’t awake.
But the South don’t bury truth too deep,
You can feel it underneath your feet.
Every oak tree heavy with memory,
Every river carry old misery.
And even now the cycle breathe,
Different chains but the same grief.
Poverty dressed in modern clothes,
While politicians smile for votes.
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[Bridge – Spoken + Choir]
America love old Southern charm…
but charm got shadows too.
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Hear the walls creak in the rain tonight…
History still alive inside.
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[Verse 3]
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I ain’t sayin’ burn the whole thing down,
But truth deserve to walk around.
Because healing never really start
Till honesty enter the heart.
And maybe one day these haunted lands
Can finally belong to freer hands.
Till then the ghosts still roam alone—
Inside these houses built on bones.
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[Final Hook – Full Choir + Orchestra]
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House built on bones…
Southern skies…
Pain still echo where luxury hide.
House built on bones…
Hear them moan…
The past still livin’ inside these homes.
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[Outro – Wind Through Oak Trees]
Some inherit money…
others inherit the haunting.
