Drive from Passengers by Simple Machinery

What drives inside lie on the out
Ripping apart everything at the seams
As if without a doubt a dream holds deep reality
Passion bending distant realms that bring you to your knees
Perpetuating the very things that substantiate your needs

Driven by design
Driven by desire

Hidden beneath the veil they draw the arms so callously
The meaning lost in our exchange, words failing now
As we strive to maintain our ascension

How the tables turn when the purpose loses face
Their driven gaze, so blinding now
Sets the midnight race

Rising now beyond contrition
Killing now our vices loved
Rising from the remnants missing
We’ll become what we’ve envisioned
Rising from the dust now, driven with the purpose
The end will surely come!

Come inside, buy us all a round
There’s conversation to be found
I’d rather die than to give you my soul hand wrought
Fall to a void of your social control construct
Mirrored with purpose, a means to an end
Is not out of reach if we drive

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