Mind your souls the carriage is full of foes
The driver’s blind destination no one knows
The horses toil in vain
Every breath is pain
The wheels show signs of strain
And where the wind will blow that’s where were going
Endless charade of rules always unknowing
Constant drought you must live in spite of doubt
But don’t dare shout because this maze has no way out
My boots are full of rain
Desire for a grain
Is driving me insane
And where the wind will blow that’s where were going
Endless charade of rules always unknowing