The Pale Horse Radio 50.1 [EXPLICIT]

[Intro] (A low, distorted guitar riff hums like a power line. The sound of a match striking and a heavy, weary exhale. A slow, thumping bass drum starts.) [Verse 1] I didn't crawl out of bed just to piss in the wind Or recount the tales of where the wicked have been But there’s a hell of a shadow stretching over the sand A cold, silver ghost haunting the length of the land They call it a bird, but it’s a godforsaken weight Circling the rafters, just tempting the fate It’s a master of silence, a thief in the dark Leaving its bruise on a world losing its spark. [Chorus] And the bastards are playing at a game made of glass Counting our heartbeats while the summer nights pass There’s a man behind a curtain with a cold, dead hand Gambling the soul of a bleeding land I got a shiver in my gut and a fire in my chest Watching that iron bird fly while the sun goes to rest God, save the innocent from the wreckage we’re making When the sky starts a-tearing and the pillars are shaking. [Verse 2] Now, you can brag 'bout your titles and your hollow degrees How you navigated waters and you crossed all the seas But when the tactical clock starts its bloody descent Your "legislative process" won’t pay for the rent It takes more than a suit to look the devil in the eye To stand in the clearing and refuse the lie They say I’m a madman, that I’ve lost my own mind But I’m the only one seeing what they’re leaving behind. [Chorus] And the bastards are playing at a game made of glass Counting our heartbeats while the summer nights pass There’s a man behind a curtain with a cold, dead hand Gambling the soul of a bleeding land I got a shiver in my gut and a fire in my chest Watching that iron bird fly while the sun goes to rest God, save the innocent from the wreckage we’re making When the sky starts a-tearing and the pillars are shaking. [Intermission - Spoken Word] (The drums drop out. The bass stays low and pulsing like a heartbeat. A single, clean electric guitar plucks a lonely, minor-key melody. The singer’s voice is dry, low, and intimate.) "You know... they tell you to keep your eyes on the ground. Work your shift, pay your tithes, and don't you dare look at the horizon. They say that silver bird up there is just 'protocol.' Just another piece of the 'machinery of peace.' But I’ve seen the way the birds stop singing when it passes over. I’ve felt that static in the air that makes your teeth ache. It ain't about a ledger or a vote anymore. It’s about a white-knuckle grip on a world that’s slipping through our fingers while the folks in the high towers play 'God' with a stacked deck. Hell... I might just be a voice in the wilderness. But even a coyote knows when the storm’s got teeth." (A sudden, heavy snare hit slams back into the rhythm) [Bridge] Search the horizon! Feel the tremor in the floor! The wolf ain't just knocking, he’s kicking down the door! It’s a bitter pill to swallow, a heavy price to pay When you realize the "safety" was just a game they play! [Guitar Solo] (A searing, weeping slide guitar solo—high energy and bluesy) [Final Chorus] And the bastards are playing at a game made of glass Counting our heartbeats while the summer nights pass There’s a man behind a curtain with a cold, dead hand Gambling the soul of a bleeding land I got a shiver in my gut and a fire in my chest Watching that iron bird fly while the sun goes to rest God, save the innocent from the wreckage we’re making When the sky starts a-tearing and the pillars are shaking. [Outro] Yeah, I’m just a witness to the damn pouring rain The only one left who can feel all the pain Watch that silver bird... Hell, watch it fly... (Song ends with a feedback-heavy guitar chord that rings out into a cold wind sound effect)