A Pointless Ride

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 where 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

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