Letras
Forms are loosely fitting
Juries still are sitting
A sense of duty keeps us all in motion
Prison sirens wailing that security is failing
Do not inspire a lifetime of devotion
No one will sympathize
No one really tries
They need a faith that leads them like a drum
And I can hear it pounding down among the ruins
Sad to say I don't think I'm the only one
I awoke, someone spoke
They asked me in a whisper
If all my dreams and visions had been answered
I don't know what to say
I never even pray
I just feel the pulse of universal dancers
They'll watch me till I die
Never tell me why
I never think to ask them where we're going
But the holy and the profane
Are all helplessly the same
Wishful, hopeful, but never really knowing
And they asked if I believe
And do the angels really grieve
Or is it all a comforting invention
It's just like gravity I said
It ain't a product of my head
It doesn't speak but nonetheless commands attention
And I don't care what it means
Or who decorates the scenes
The problem is more with my sense of pride
'Cause it keeps me thinking me
Instead of what it is to be
I'm not a passenger
I am the ride
I'm not a passenger
I am the ride