Driven out by thieves
I watch them pillage the planet
Fueled by a fattening breeze
Trees fall to the hatchet
We're chopping against the grain
Our spirits in a vacuum
Sadly ignore the pain
The end arrives, we all lose
We all lose
I hope it comes, it comes, it comes around
Driven out
Holding out
Day by day survival
Castaways have silent lives
With a strength to rival you