[Verse 1 – Calm, But Ominous]
There’s a fence that cuts through Miller’s Hill
Barbed like teeth, too sharp to build
No gate, no sign, just leaning pine
And posts that drip with somethin’ like time

People walk wide ‘round that path
The kind of quiet that hums with wrath
They say you hear names in the rust
But none of ‘em ever belong to us

[Chorus – 808 Drops, Slow Harmony Layer]
Where the fence posts bleed, the ground don’t grow
And crows don’t call where the west winds blow
You mark your skin if you pass too near
Like the land remembers what it feared

Where the fence posts bleed, your breath gets thin
Like the air don't trust what's been let in
Don’t ask why the wood runs red —
Some fences keep things out. Some keep the dead.

[Verse 2 – Add Fiddle or Ambient Dissonance]
Jake went missin’ in ‘91
They found his shirt but not his gun
His hound came back with eyes gone gray
Ain’t barked once from that day

The old folks talk, but real low down
Say the wire sings when the moon comes ‘round
And the wind there don't move the same
It just watches… and says no name

[Bridge – Whispered Over Empty Beat]
Don’t touch the post — it don’t forget
It’s marked with stories never set
It ain’t rot. It ain’t rust. That’s blood that’s earned, not lost or trust.

[Final Chorus – Full Layers, Brooding Mood]
Where the fence posts bleed, don’t make a sound
Don’t run your hand where they meet the ground
Something sleeps where the wire goes deep
And it don’t dream — it just keeps… it just keeps.

Where the Fence Posts Bleed

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Where the Fence Posts Bleed

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