PT III-INTO the SILO (feat. WILL LOREN of PRESSED)

I open the hatch and look down
Is this salvation found?
I look over my shoulder
See the posse getting closer
Do I trust where I've been lead
Or try to run instead?
I've got to decide
Or my life will be over

Either way
I'll be in the dark

I see the gang's thoughts
As they stare into the dark
One by one they'll descend
Till there's just two, her and him
She'll say, Papa I don't know
There are terrors there below
He'll say, It's what we gotta do
If justice doesn't get him, it might get you
So we do what we must
I know our town is not much more than dust
But that dirt is all we have
So, we gotta go and get his ass
This makes up my mind
Gotta make myself hard to fine
I start down the ladder
As the gang moves in faster

Darkness like being drunk
I slip from the middle rung
Laying flat on my back
I hear them plan their attack

One by one they come
The chase has just begun
One by one they come
The chase has just
One by one they come
The chase has just begun
One by one they come
The chase has just begun
One by one they come
One by one they come
One by one they come
One by one they come
Slip into the silo

The coolness familiar
My eyes adjust to the dark
As I slip deeper
I'm reminded of where I'm from



Credits
Writer(s): Aaron Brown, Glen Hooper, Johnathan Morris, Matthew Engle, Peter Miller, Will Loren
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