The Collector Rides at Dusk

The sun bleeds low on a rusted sky, Shadows stretch where the vultures fly Your name’s the weight my saddle keeps, Your sin’s the ghost that never sleeps I don’t ride for gold or trust, I ride for debts carved into dust

Every mile pulls the noose strings tight, Every dusk brings a man his night

The Collector rides at dusk— No forgiveness, no soft hush What you owe won’t drown in time, It comes in smoke, in lead, in crime The Collector rides at dusk— Count your lies, count your rust He’s the shadow you can’t outrun, He don’t stop ’til the debt is done

The ledger’s ink is black and deep, Signed with blood the earth will keep You wrote my name with a traitor’s hand, Now I write yours across this land Crows will feast where mercy died, And I’ll be there to watch the tide

Every oath is a brand on bone, Every lie is a weight you own

The Collector rides at dusk— No confession, no clean brush What you took comes back in kind, A bullet’s truth, a gallows’ line The Collector rides at dusk— Pray to dust, pray to rust He’s the echo your heart can’t shun, He won’t stop ’til the debt is done

You can beg the sky, you can beg the ground, But the boots still fall with a hollow sound You can flee the cross, you can curse the sun, But a debt unpaid is a loaded gun

The Collector rides at dusk— No redemption, no soft touch What you owe don’t fade or hide, It rides with me, it rides tonight The Collector rides at dusk— Count your sins, every one He’s the shadow you can’t outrun, He won’t stop ’til the debt is done

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