drive through



i want you to know



just how it feels



to die on your own



drive through



i want you to hand



me up to the thieves



who know you by name



servant prostrate on the ground



servant tell them what you just found



not just a name, not just a cause, not just a feeling



am i on the sun, cause i just called it home



i must have traded you for everything



go find your maker



you make sense now