When the Riders Come [SSC8 Sample Challenge]

[Intro] They say the neon hums different half-past three in the morning... Ain't the sound of a diner no more just the air cracklin'... where a gravy boat tipped... and a world got torn. The riders are coming. ...and they don't carry a receipt. [Verse 1] They marched in pale silhouettes, skeleton eyes hummin' old refrains Kazoos breathe through the desert pine, haunted tones through a broken vine Bone hands rest on plastic reins still as stone in dust and haze [Chorus] When the riders come, you don't outrun time When the riders come, you don't get a sign What was taken, what was kept syrup remembers what you forget Hollow through the salty haze, flamingo riders from the end of time [Verse 2] They say the night the syrup wept, the ground held breath... then gave it up A vessel waited where shadows kept what was owed in neon debt A name was called, the rules were set now silence drones in a minor tone [Bridge] You hear the hum... before they ride Not from the road... but from inside What you owe... don't fade with time it waits its turn... it holds the line [Short Instrumental] [Chorus] When the riders come, you don't outrun time When the riders come, you don't get a sign What was taken, what was kept syrup remembers what you forget Hollow in the salty haze, flamingo riders from the end of time [Outro] Down where the house of waffles hums... Something faint... still glows below where the dust refused to go No one asks... no one explains just a shimmer... in the gravy stains