Let it Roll

Have I been mistaken this dispassionate aimlessness for depression. Have I been mistaken these signs of the spiritual for so long. All I want is to let it all go, but i know that there’s a drive deep inside that keeps pushing me on. Forward it’ll roll, until the sky comes down. There’s nothing left to do but let it roll. Let it roll. Til the sky comes down. Have I been mistaken this all along.

And all the seekers, keep seeking for the obvious. Drivin’ forward til there’s nothing left.

Let it go. Til the sky comes down. Well just how long have I been mistaken this dispassionate aimlessness.

There’s nothing left to do