The Flower Kings - Driver's Seat lyrics

An observation from the greenhouse A nifty cluster of insanity Not that solid where the ice is thinner Even for dog with a pedigree You've seen them juggling with emotional devices So confident and so relaxed The league of hasty grown up poets Bumping the world upon its axis And so it's time to take a stand You've seen your life come shaped by foreign hands And so it's time to make a move Letting the world know that you greatly disapprove You better stop that roadside drinking Try find the key to the lock Call a halt to the nightmare shrinking See what's in that Christmas stocking Of money, power, fame and pa**ion The "holy" foursome will spin the ball The ghost of greed above the mansion For leagues of copycats a standard call And so it's time to take a stand You've seen your life come shaped by foreign hands And so it's time to make a move Letting the world know that you greatly disapprove Stranded like starfish on the shore, when the moon eclipses the sun So the countdown do begin. No leg, no feet, no run And when the water finally hits us, then it's either sink or swim Examining the clockworks of the Gods, inside your shiny skin Stranded like ET's on the floor when the ships have left the pond We are all left to float about, for countless years to come No it is either do or die, the last and lonely tribe Finding a way to leave the pond, to say a last goodbye Scanning the same old pages Look for a sign of greatness Learning in the script of life To know your self is self contagious Hope for a glorious Sunday Push back the crappy Monday Eight days to cross the poles And reach the soil of old Britannia Angel, your mind is far from home, in a mayhem of it's own These are the lost breaks of Babylon, the bad of Adam's bone Seeking the pleasure of his ground, as human flesh and bone Tell me has love gone slightly wrong or vastly overblown? Chasing the monster of success and it's catalyzing sparks Flexing the qualities you dispose for entering the game Now it's either do or die, to keep you entertained Keeping the audience on their toes, beyond the last refrain Scanning the same old pages Look for a sign of greatness Learning in the script of life To know your self is self contagious Hope for a glorious Sunday Push back the crappy Monday Eight days to cross the poles And reach the soil of old Britannia On to the riverbeds of time We're scattered driftwood in a sad and lonely line A sum of incidents called "Life" A place where "V.I.P." will grant no further rights As we are swaying in the wind The image left will go no deeper that your skin But all our doings and our deeds Propel the universe into love overbleed Just as the river made a hole inside the mountain You throw your soil into the soul of the great nothing It's not so easy to describe, it looks as though you're binding time But you must be waiting for the moments to arise And so you find yourself in the driver's seat Down the fishing line, the obstacles of time And so you find yourself with a million options chiming Time is such a b**h and fate it's little sister Those universal minds, the archetypes of life To the great minds of our time our admiration flies All the poets and the queens, all the starlets of our dreams To those who came before and those who opened up the doors And so you find yourself in the driver's seat Down the fishing line, the obstacles of time And so you find yourself with a million options chiming Time is such a b**h and fate it's little liar