The Rider's Grip

[Verse] A dead man rides with hollow eyes Through moonless nights and shadowed skies His boots don't creak his horse won't neigh He hunts the wicked lost astray [Chorus] The rider's grip it never slips He knows your sins he knows your lips He'll drag you down where shadows sag And stuff your soul in his saddle bag [Verse 2] He stops for none he needs no rest A phantom judge no heart no jest Your secrets whisper loud to him He smells your fear he feels your skin [Prechorus] Run if you dare Pray if you care But he's already there [Chorus] The rider's grip it never slips He knows your sins he knows your lips He'll drag you down where shadows sag And stuff your soul in his saddle bag [Bridge] He doesn’t knock he kicks the door He doesn’t ask he takes the score A reckoning without a word His silence screams louder than heard [scat] [instrumental solo] [Bridge] He doesn’t knock he kicks the door He doesn’t ask he takes the score A reckoning without a word His silence screams louder than heard