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