(Harmonica Intro: A fast, gritty, distorted riff. The notes heavy with wah and deep vibrato, mimicking the slow, metallic groan of a rusted gate swinging in the wind. A sudden, sharp blast—one high, agonizingly bent note—cuts the air. Silence.) (The Break: A percussive, chugging rhythmic riff kicks in, driving the beat forward like a coal train on uneven tracks.) Verse 1 Sun’s going down, shadows long across the floor I hear that ghost-light creeping underneath the door The hinges screaming like a soul that’s lost its way I’ve got a debt to settle, and I’m gonna have to pay. Chorus Oh, let the low wind howl, let the floorboards groan I’m sitting in this kitchen, feeling all alone That creaking gate is calling, singing out my name In the house of broken mirrors, nothing stays the same. The Solo (The music shifts. It begins with slow, mournful bends that feel like teardrops in the dirt. Suddenly, the tempo spikes into a virtuosic run—rapid-fire overblows and shimmering trills that defy the gravity of the melody. High, soulful wails pierce through the distortion, reaching a fever pitch of raw emotion.) Verse 2 I traded my tomorrow for a bottle and a song Now the midnight hour’s telling me I stayed too long That rusted metal rhythm is the only sound I know It’s a long way up, but such a heavy way to go. Chorus So let the low wind howl, let the floorboards groan I’m sitting in this kitchen, feeling all alone That creaking gate is calling, singing out my name In the house of broken mirrors, nothing stays the same. Outro (The instruments fall away. One final, sustained harmonica note hangs in the air, vibrating with grit. It slowly tapers down, descending into a deliberate, low-down, growling drawl. The sound fades into a raw, lingering silence.)