Imminent in feeling, vacant of all thoughts
Like a stagnant piece of rock, like a stagnant piece of rock
It moves in no direction, it doesn't play a part
A mental suffocation bode hands behind my back
The Devil is the driver in this pointless ride
The Devil is the driver in this pointless ride
The Devil is the driver in this pointless ride
The Devil is the driver in this pointless ride
Mindless world be sleeping, except that blinking walk
Imminent in feeling, vacant of all thoughts
Captive in my room, were all I do is sing
Waiting for something to happen, endless for what I mean
The Devil is the driver in this pointless ride
The Devil is the driver in this pointless ride
The Devil is the driver in this pointless ride
The Devil is the driver in this pointless ride
The Devil is the driver in this pointless ride
The Devil is the driver in this pointless ride
The Devil is the driver in this pointless ride
The Devil is the driver in this pointless ride
