Intifada Driving School - Seam

I saw you off far away

In my sights, in my sights, in my sights

Could have shot you right through the head

But I’ll drive and I’ll drive and I’ll drive

In the middle of these times

They say are better than ever

Well, I just feel nothing tonight

I am the sting of the past

I am the sound of uprising

Follow the path of these busted out streetlights

Ignore the sound of the sirens

I saw you off far away

In my sights, in my sights, in my sights

Could have shot you right through the head

But I’ll drive and I’ll drive and I’ll drive

We hate you too

Because our streets are broken and busted

We hate you too

Because our streets are broken and busted

In the middle of these times

They say are better than ever

Well, I just feel nothing tonight

In a world pitching right

For what seems like forever

Does your privilege seem harder to fight