[Instrumental] [Intro] [fingerpicked steel-string acoustic guitar enters with alternating bass pattern] [Section A] [second acoustic guitar enters with light rhythmic strumming] [melodic fingerstyle continues with syncopated treble notes and hammer-ons] [Section B] [strummed guitar increases in dynamic intensity] [fingerstyle guitar moves to higher register melody] [Outro] [strummed guitar fades out] [fingerpicked guitar ends on a sustained G major chord] [Verse] Slowly as the Holy Wars take the Chosen Ones to wait at open doors For the swarms of all the poor souls caught in midst of the storm Those who get swept away from the current from the overwhelming flood when push comes to shove show love don't shed blood The easiest way to break is to fall down and curl up So stand tough cause this narrow road is rough But there's a lesson to be learned that comes with every cut With every rut whenever you get stuck A purpose comes cause you cannot survive here in the mud So hold your head up, Keep your eyes to the sky And ride this Crazy Wild Mustang till the day that it dies We will survive, Let me tell you what, It's because We float up here way above Now that the road is gone and the sea begins to rise on up Oh Ye Of Little Faith, That opening in the sky is a sign of when what they say is to come Slowly as the Holy Wars take the Chosen Ones to wait at open doors For the swarms of all the poor souls caught in midst of the storm [Guitar Lead] Oh there's no more direction for anyone to run There's just what was once below and what comes down on us from up above We've always been in the middle being only witness to the sun So now we wait as we watch the moon race to catch up As the stars begin to fall from the heavens and the mountains erupt I pray we can find a way to make up for all the things We destroyed as we learned along the way If faith reveals our fate Shake yourself awake before you break apart Slowly as the Holy Wars take the Chosen Ones to wait at open doors For the swarms of all the poor souls caught in midst of the storm Those who get swept away from the current from the overwhelming flood when push comes to shove show love don't shed blood [Group Squad Sings With Strong Emotion] Slowly as the Holy Wars take the Chosen Ones to wait at open doors For the swarms of all the poor souls caught in midst of the storm Those who get swept away from the current from the overwhelming flood when push comes to shove show love don't shed blood [Violin Lead Outro]
