(Slow, melancholy bass and guitar strums) - [outlaw country mood]
(police radio):
"All units 988 in progress at hotel 8 on hampton, repeat 988 in progress at hotel 8, proceed with digilance"
(vox sad vocal)
Woke up with whiskey breath
And a memory so meaningless
My wife left with yesterday
My daughter won't turn my way
Another broken window
Another debt I can't afford
Just the sound of silence inside
As my motorbike rides to nowhere
[Sad, defeated vocal tone - (outlaw country sadness):]
The bottle's empty now
Just like the promises I made
No one sees me fall
Not that I'd care at all
[Higher pitch, more desperate vocal - (country desperation):]
This is my hymn for the unforgiven
The tragic king of my own hell
My wife is but an echo
My daughter wants to break the spell
I've lost my home, my job, my pride
Wandering down this lonesome road
Just another broken soul
Destined to wallow in deep regret
[Full, emotive vocal with slight growl - (outlaw country lace):]
I saw her face in traffic
But she didn't see me
Hiding in plain sight
What a wretched sight to be
Her eyes were full of judgment
Watching this broken man fall
I knew in that moment
There would be no second call
[More ragged, cracked vocal - (country despair):]
I tried to run away
But no matter where I went
My demons followed close behind
In every dark intent
[Ascending vocal with tension buildup - (country tense):]
This is my hymn for the unforgiven
The tragic king of my own hell
My wife is but an echo
My daughter wants to break the spell
I've lost my home, my job, my pride
Wandering down this lonesome road
Just another broken soul
Destined to wallow in deep regret
[More intense vocal with emotional strain - (outlaw country anguish):]
I sold my soul for momentary thrill
Now there's nothing left to give
Just whispers in the night
And rivers that run wild and deep
I've reached the point of no return
My purpose now to burn
In the flames of my own making
For no one hears my unreserved warning
[Frenetic, almost screaming vocal - (country break down):]
[TWISTED AMBIENT ELEMENT]
[Musical: 20 second disturbing soundscape - (dark ambient technique):]
[Scraping metal, distorted whispers, and thunderous crashes]
The whiskey burns just like she did
My hands are empty where her rings used to sit
This damn motel room
Becomes my final resting place
This broken mirror image
Shows a man finally at peace
[Calm, resigned vocal - (country acceptance):]
This is my last hymn for the unforgiven
No longer king of my own hell
I've found not damnation but peace
As I finally tell my tale
And in the end, I'm forgiving
Even those who failed me
For in this moment of deep reflection
I realize I was the enemy
[Extremely soft, almost a whisper - (ambient country ending):]
(*police sirens echo in background*:)
PrinceShawn
