Forms are loosely fitting   Jury still are sitting   Sense of duty keeps us all in motion   Prison sirens wailing   That security is failing   Do not inspire a lifetime of devotion   No one will sympathize   No one really tries   They need a faith that leads them like a drum   And I can hear it pounding down among the ruins   Sad to say, I don't think I'm the only one.      I awoke and someone spoke   They asked me in a whisper   If all my dreams and visions had been answered   And I don't know what to say   I never even pray   I just feel the pulse of universal dancers   They'll waltz me till I die   They'll never tell me why   I never stop to ask them where we're going   Yes, but the holy, the profane   Are all helplessly insane   Wishful, hopeful, never even knowing.      And they asked if I believe   And do the angels really grieve   Or is it all a comforting invention?   It's just like gravity, I said   It's not a product of my head   It doesn't speak, but nonetheless commands attention   And I don't care what it means   Or who decorates the scenes   The problem is more with my sense of pride   Because it keeps me thinking "me"   Instead of what it is to be   I'm not a passenger, I am the ride   I'm not a passenger   I am the ride