cars on the highway
rolling prisons of our own design
the freedom of the open road
now it owns our very soul
here and there
some place never
here and there
going nowhere
hold me back or let me fall
the seeds of demise already sown
the speed may kill us
but the agony of stillness swallows our essence
going nowhere
the expanse before us narrows
each time we turn our backs
on the reapers of dreams
the unchallenged future now so finite
going forever
and in all this cacophony of madness
we hear the faint whispers of humanity
life, love, liberty and industry
distilled into a clear elixir of insanity
here and there
some place never
here and there
going nowhere
cars on the highway
the freedom of the open road
entombed in our hybrid prisons
a soulless trip to and endless end
spinning
spinning
wheels on the card go round
spinning
spinning
wheels on the car grind us down
humanity- the relentless pursuit of destruction
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