Tanner Philpot - The Pale Horse

Steel plates and gun metal lining up the streets
Dingy buildings torn down crumbled at your feet
Double lanes and traffic lights can slow down the jams
Electric eyes and tough guys watch em lose their lives

You got the rat race the cat chase
And they're just having fun
Just watch out for the flashing lights and bullets from their guns
We look around and sit down with blood everywhere
Over and over and no-one even cares

And down on the surface level things aren't what they seem
The black dogs are in the streets and lying in the weeds

Hold on
Hold on
Grab it tight now
Hold on
Hold on
They may come around
Just to watch you drown

Break the law
Shake it off
Reap the sewn seeds
The guilty robs the everyman of anything he needs
A pale horse stands alone in the setting sun
Run around
Run around
Let him get the job done

Hold on
Hold on
Wrap it tight now
Hold on
Hold on
Four horseman gathered round
Watch the world shut down

Clouds run red
And the peoples running scared
Piggies in the bank don't know what to think
Peoples on the run and you don't have a gun
Screamin "Hold up, hangman! We're just having fun!"

Rivers run red
Everybody's dropping dead
Mud is in their eyes
With the bombers in the skies
Winter's coming in
Western races end
You don't know
They don't know
Were just going out cold

Written by:
Tanner Philpot

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