The Death Drive
Where are we going? We don't know or say
The city is a zoo they always love to say
Well, if I'm an animal, I'm the best prey
I'm the substance that you hunt and gather every day
I am birth, I am re-creation
I am the light in the corner of your vision
I am the truth, the life, the way
Everything you built I will destroy it in a day
In fact, I'll crumble up your car and throw it away
If you keep on inching closer to what I say
Looking through my back windows
Judging me all day
To you, a scenic route is reading up my license plate
You tap with one foot, your other rides the brake
An ear on your phone, a hand pressed on your face
You're visibly impatient, and using me to steer
Smoke comes out his ears and I feel like a deer
When you shine those bright halogens in my mirrors
That's why I say
Where are we going? We don't know or say
Just throw all your cards on the table and say
Going on cruise control is your social duty
Stop on red and green means go already
One hand on the wheel, the other rides the screen
You must follow orders and get to where you're going
'Cause mother earth is now mother machine
Sitting in the pockets of her demanding beings
But I've spent many years in this driver's seat
I'm grounded from all my time on the pavement
And I'll drive this engine to the edge of my content
And when I get the next one, I'll do the same to it
The city is a zoo they always love to say
Well, if I'm an animal, I'm the best prey
I'm the substance that you hunt and gather every day
I am birth, I am re-creation
I am the light in the corner of your vision
I am the truth, the life, the way
Everything you built I will destroy it in a day
In fact, I'll crumble up your car and throw it away
If you keep on inching closer to what I say
Looking through my back windows
Judging me all day
To you, a scenic route is reading up my license plate
You tap with one foot, your other rides the brake
An ear on your phone, a hand pressed on your face
You're visibly impatient, and using me to steer
Smoke comes out his ears and I feel like a deer
When you shine those bright halogens in my mirrors
That's why I say
Where are we going? We don't know or say
Just throw all your cards on the table and say
Going on cruise control is your social duty
Stop on red and green means go already
One hand on the wheel, the other rides the screen
You must follow orders and get to where you're going
'Cause mother earth is now mother machine
Sitting in the pockets of her demanding beings
But I've spent many years in this driver's seat
I'm grounded from all my time on the pavement
And I'll drive this engine to the edge of my content
And when I get the next one, I'll do the same to it
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Writer(s): Jamie Steppan
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