All I can see are these piles up, they're miles up
The road, it's just where I need to
As I drive through, I get this sense of
Déjà vu, it's for you
Out of reach is where they've kept us
And so to speak, left us defenseless
And there's no reason you don't go with the season
You say why try
You don't see the snow
Only thing you would know in this world is
Beating on your face
Second in this place
The hands and the signs are all implying
We stand so destined, we we're dying
The earth is the mother
So saying one cause won't void you the other one
The games that we play
You wrote my story
The gift of leeway
You can't ignore me
We can't stay awake, yeah
Drifting off the road into a desperate overtaking, yeah
Frozen fingers grabbing at the struggle on the concrete
Let's be sure your abstract is the definition of the heat
I don't think that this can go on much longer
Oh no
Oh yeah
Alright