Forms are loosely fitting, jury still are sitting
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 and someone spoke, they asked me in a whisper
If all my dreams and visions had been answered
And I don't know what to say, I never even pray
I just feel the pulse of universal dancers
They'll waltz me till I die, they'll never tell me why
I never stop to ask them where we're going
Yes, but the holy, the profane are all helplessly insane
Wishful, hopeful, never even 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's not 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
Because 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

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