Where the stars don’t shine

[Intro] There used to be light here… Before y’all paved over the pain. Now I tear it all down, With blade, with rope, with flame. Where the stars don’t shine… I make ‘em scream ‘til they glow. [Verse 1] Dragged him by his belt loops, cryin’ in piss, Said he was country, now he beggin’ like a bitch. Hat still on when I hung him high, Spurs jinglin’ like a lullaby. Flayed his chest like a canvas stretched, Painted old sigils in what I fetched. His buddy watchin’, duct-taped tight, Eyes wide open like eternal night. I whispered, “Fake runs deep in y’all,” Then fed him meth ‘til he tried to crawl. But I broke his legs, slow, with pride, And made him eat that flag he lied. [chorus] Where the stars don’t shine, And the woods breathe hate, I baptize lies In b***d and fate. Ain’t no moon, just fire and fog— Burlap’s here to cleanse the hog. This is punishment, truth, and song, Where fakes die slow and real lives long. [Verse 2] You dressed like me, talked like mine, Took our pain, turned it to a punchline. But I kept receipts, I took names, Now I stitch ’em shut with rusty chains. One had tats sayin’ “Down South Pride,” So I peeled ‘em off, inch at a time. Another had boots still tagged with price, So I boiled ‘em down in hog piss rice. Left their gear hangin’ from trees, Warning signs for the next disease. You ain’t country—you’re just prey, And I’m the ghost who don’t decay. [Bridge] This ain’t m****r. This is revival. This ain’t rage. This is the Bible rewritten in screams. Where the stars don’t shine, And the dirt remembers everything you buried. I dig it up. I burn it clean. [chorus] Where the stars don’t shine, And the woods breathe hate, I baptize lies In b***d and fate. No moon. No lies. Just rope and time. Burlap don’t forgive. He refines. [Outro] Come out here. Wear your hat low. Fake your drawl. Talk your code. But don’t forget… Out where the stars don’t shine… There’s always one light left. Me.