Songwriters: CURNIN, CYRIL JOHN/WOODS, ADAM TERENCE/ORAM, JAMES WEST Driven out by thieves, I watch them pillage the planet Fuelled by a fattening greed, Trees fall to the hatchet But chopping against the grain, Our spirits in a vacuum Sadly ignore the pain, The end arrives, we all lose I hope it comes around Driven out Holding out Day by day survival Castaways have silent lives With the strength to rival you So now I'm driving in my car I used to be able to walk this far Now I turn on the light. I used to be able to sleep at night I'm cooking with microwaves To warm up food is not seen the soil Plugged to my TV Used to the lies they're telling me I hope it comes around Driven out... Now I'm hoping that we'll find, More to life than meets the eye Can we escape the grind, Build a life that's more worthwhile Be rid of this empty pride, Full of selfishness inside Bathe in a turning tide, Until then we all hide I hope it comes around Driven outTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
