Driven

Remember last night when I told you that this was coming?
A ride with the devil off into the sunset
It falls off the map and deep into the ether
The sky the lives beneath where the water slips
A waterfall that drops off into space
I'm being driven around by a chauffeur with a mask on
But a fight broke out at the steering wheel
Don't even know who has their foot on the gas
For sure there is no one on the brake
Because at the rate we're going
There won't be a stop except at the end of that rope
Here let me help you recall that
Last night I had a dream about when I was a little boy
Bowing down to fear and shame
But the guilt that crept in was an aftershock of manhood
The first wave of pain came just as I was pulled from the womb
Chord around my neck I was struggling and not breathing
Guess when I look back no one relieved me of that suffering
So who's going to be the one to drive this shell of a man to his next stop?
Don't even know the destination except that it leads to nothing
Hope appears to be a reoccurring theme
Hopelessness seems to be closer to the truth
Premature audacity that I would actually make it out of here
Driven into madness and driven into worry
All I have left is my anxiety and the strain to make it through
Yet the perspective that rears its ugly head is this
I'm being driven head first into a wall of spikes