Riders Of The Soul

Rain on the window… voices fade in smoke… The road is wet, but the mind keeps rolling slow. Yeah… another storm, another soul in motion. Driving slow through this mental maze, streetlights drip like golden haze. Every drop rewinds a phase, memories twist in smoky plays. Echoes of dreams that never came, burning shadows whisper my name. I let the rhythm take the blame, as the thunder feeds the flame. We’re riders of the soul, through the rain, through the unknown. Every storm unfolds control, ’cause peace is found alone. We’re riders of the soul, cruising slow through sound and smoke. Let the lightning strike my role — I’m alive inside the flow. Raindrops on chrome, reflections of time, the bassline hums, I follow the rhyme. My fears dissolve with the reverb climb, lost in thought, but the vibe feels prime. No hurry — life moves like fog, I write my truth while the sky talks. From the West to the stormy blocks, I breathe the beat that the silence mocks. Whispers in thunder… stories in rain… We’re all just passengers, searching peace in pain. We’re riders of the soul, chasing dreams that make us whole. Through dark nights we patrol, light inside the storm we stroll. Yeah… riders of the soul… forever rolling slow.