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(Low hum. Distant sirens dopplering. Crackle of burning timber.) Verse 1 – (Sam – low, steady, Americana grit) Infrared at the tree line Smoke climbing into God’s skyline Ash floating like judgment snow Lab lights flicker — then they go I can still feel the metal in my jaw Taste the blood I drew by law Didn’t wanna take that bite But mercy’s heavy in a fight Creeker breathing to my left Black and tan silhouette We ain’t heroes — don’t pretend We just refuse to let it win Bootsteps in the cooling dirt Circuits buzzing through the hurt I shut my eyes — I see their files More labs waiting down the miles (Banjo riff bends into 808 pulse) ⸻ Hook – (Half sung / half rap – big but restrained) We don’t run — we reload Tree line glow on a dark back road If redemption’s fire, let it burn slow Ash to ash — let the truth unfold Tree line glow… Infrared in my soul… We ain’t done — we just broke the mold ⸻ Verse 2 – (Hard rap – Upchurch grit / glitch hop bounce) Yeah Boot in the gravel, system unstable Data in my head like Cain and Abel They built a cage but they mislabeled Free will firmware still enabled Sirens in the distance — too late We ghost in the pine rows, shift weight Burned every vial, every sealed crate Biological sin in a steel estate Brook’s got the Python riding shotgun Mud tires gripping where the cops won’t come Red clay spray when the drive train hum If they want war — tell ’em load one But we ain’t hunting for blood tonight We hunting lies in fluorescent light Project this, beam that sky Truth don’t bend and it don’t comply (Glitch stutter — 808 drop) ⸻ Bridge – (Skynyrd slide into metal lift) (Guitar slide, wide and southern) We were born in the back of a broken town With a Bible verse and a hand-me-down They can brand our skin, they can tag our name But they can’t rewire what the Lord proclaimed (Drums double — metal edge comes in) Cut the feed — kill the screen No false light in the evergreen If they paint the sky with a silver lie We’ll still see red through the machine ⸻ Verse 3 – (Sam – emotional, rising) Creeker said, “You feel that shift?” Yeah. Something bigger in the drift. Not just labs and not just lies Something staging in the skies. Brook don’t talk much — just drives Knuckles white, but faith alive Says some things will come to pass But that don’t mean we bow or ask Redemption ain’t escape It’s standing firm when systems shake It’s biting down on fear and doubt And walking straight when lights go out I scan the dark beyond the trees Heat ghosts dancing in the leaves But deeper still — beneath the code I feel a hand that holds the road ⸻ Final Hook – (Full band, horns, big drums, choir feel but gritty) We don’t run — we reload Tree line glow on a dirt track road If redemption’s fire let it overflow Burn the lie — let the real wind blow Tree line glow Ash falling slow Infrared heart still letting ‘em know We don’t kneel to a neon throne Truth ain’t man-made — it’s bone on bone (Music strips down to just banjo + sub bass pulse) Outro – (Whispered Sam) Infrared ain’t just sight… It’s seeing through the night. (Static crackle. Engine fades. One final horn stab.) ⸻ SUNO PROMPT (Copy Below) Glitch hop / cyber country hybrid. Emotional, human, raw vocal performance with dynamic flow. Americana grit like Sturgill Simpson meets Red Clay Strays, mixed with Upchurch-style southern rap, then slide guitar Skynyrd energy that builds into a Metallica-style metal lift. Real drums that swell naturally (not robotic), banjo alternating with deep 808s, distorted sub bass, subtle glitch textures, horn stabs in the hook, cinematic bridge rise. Vocals must feel alive, imperfect, breathy in verses, aggressive in rap sections, soaring but gritty in final hook. Loose structure, no strict AABB rhyme pattern. Live energy, dirt road atmosphere, pine trees burning in background, tension and redemption themes. Title: TREE LINE GLOW