Poor Is My Judgement

Lyrics

[Intro - cold vinyl crackle, distant distorted 808, whispered male vocals layered with reverb]
This road don’t end… it just forgets your name…

[Verse 1 - trap hi-hats stuttering, heavy distorted guitar chugs, gritty half-sung rap]
Steel-toe boots wore the map of every state,
calloused hands gripping throttles till the joints gave way.
One swing too many, one skull cracked in rage,
best friend gone, so I sent that coward to his grave.
Cuffs on my wrists, concrete years bleed slow,
came out hollow, met an angel in the snow.
She said “stay,” I promised, then the towers kissed the sky,
kissed her goodbye anyway, kissed my little girl’s eyes.

[Pre-Chorus - building tension, half-time drums, rising guitar feedback]
Wife begged, daughter cried, I still boarded the plane,
came home with ghosts riding shotgun in my brain.
Nightmares louder than the 50-caliber rain,
so I drank till the bottle sang my name.

[Chorus - massive distorted guitars, screamed rap-sung hook, pounding kick-snare]
I left the ones who loved me for a war I couldn’t win,
came home a stranger wearing someone else’s skin.
Gave every dollar, every hour, every breath I had to give,
now I’m dying in a motel with nothing left to live.
If the Reaper’s got a ledger, let him write it in red:
I traded my daughter for the dead, I traded my daughter for the dead.

[Verse 2 - low-tuned 7-string riff, double-time trap drums, spoken-word verses turning to growls]
Construction sites again, same dirt, same dust,
family calling when the money’s running rust.
“Uncle, cousin, brother—need a loan, need a ride,”
smile while they empty every pocket, then they ghost and hide.
Health slipping, vision tunneling, doctor says “prepare,”
I stare at four walls knowing no one’s gonna care.
Every wrong turn flashes like muzzle-flash white,
but only one regret keeps me awake at night.

[Bridge - stripped, single low guitar note, distant female vocal wail, raw spoken rap]
I can’t change the graves I dug, the blood I spilled,
can’t un-drink the nights the bottle killed.
But if time could bend, I’d crawl back to that door,
pick her up, tell her “Daddy ain’t leaving no more.”

[Final Chorus - full band explosion, layered screams and gang vocals, tempo half-time then blast beat]
I left the ones who loved me for a war I couldn’t win,
came home a stranger wearing someone else’s skin.
If the Reaper’s got a ledger, let him carve it in bone:
the only choice I’d change is walking out on home.
Tell her I loved her… tell her I loved her…
but the phone stays dead and the silence just grows.

[Outro - fading guitar feedback, heartbeat kick, whispered final line]
She’ll never hear it… and that’s the part that hurts the most.

[Intro - cold vinyl crackle, distant distorted 808, whispered male vocals layered with reverb]
This road don’t end… it just forgets your name…

[Verse 1 - trap hi-hats stuttering, heavy distorted guitar chugs, gritty half-sung rap]
Steel-toe boots wore the map of every state,
calloused hands gripping throttles till the joints gave way.
One swing too many, one skull cracked in rage,
best friend gone, so I sent that coward to his grave.
Cuffs on my wrists, concrete years bleed slow,
came out hollow, met an angel in the snow.
She said “stay,” I promised, then the towers kissed the sky,
kissed her goodbye anyway, kissed my little girl’s eyes.

[Pre-Chorus - building tension, half-time drums, rising guitar feedback]
Wife begged, daughter cried, I still boarded the plane,
came home with ghosts riding shotgun in my brain.
Nightmares louder than the 50-caliber rain,
so I drank till the bottle sang my name.

[Chorus - massive distorted guitars, screamed rap-sung hook, pounding kick-snare]
I left the ones who loved me for a war I couldn’t win,
came home a stranger wearing someone else’s skin.
Gave every dollar, every hour, every breath I had to give,
now I’m dying in a motel with nothing left to live.
If the Reaper’s got a ledger, let him write it in red:
I traded my daughter for the dead, I traded my daughter for the dead.

[Verse 2 - low-tuned 7-string riff, double-time trap drums, spoken-word verses turning to growls]
Construction sites again, same dirt, same dust,
family calling when the money’s running rust.
“Uncle, cousin, brother—need a loan, need a ride,”
smile while they empty every pocket, then they ghost and hide.
Health slipping, vision tunneling, doctor says “prepare,”
I stare at four walls knowing no one’s gonna care.
Every wrong turn flashes like muzzle-flash white,
but only one regret keeps me awake at night.

[Bridge - stripped, single low guitar note, distant female vocal wail, raw spoken rap]
I can’t change the graves I dug, the blood I spilled,
can’t un-drink the nights the bottle killed.
But if time could bend, I’d crawl back to that door,
pick her up, tell her “Daddy ain’t leaving no more.”

[Final Chorus - full band explosion, layered screams and gang vocals, tempo half-time then blast beat]
I left the ones who loved me for a war I couldn’t win,
came home a stranger wearing someone else’s skin.
If the Reaper’s got a ledger, let him carve it in bone:
the only choice I’d change is walking out on home.
Tell her I loved her… tell her I loved her…
but the phone stays dead and the silence just grows.

[Outro - fading guitar feedback, heartbeat kick, whispered final line]
She’ll never hear it… and that’s the part that hurts the most.