Drive

Give me drive This is where I go to live Give me drive To burn my tinder with I'm on fire For about an hour and a half Then I wonder If this is better than dying Cavalcade While I stare at trade Never stops Punch on the clock Sugar laced Deftly Janus-faced As my heart Is lamely cleaved apart You can't become a firefly today You have to come to terms I'm afraid The numbers ebb and flow I guess you know I guess you know Give me drive Get me through this eight or nine Give me drive Present company inclined Switching sides If it makes us all alike Killing time And killing all desire Give me drive Give me drive Give me drive