(backward): What's the point of anything anymore? What's the point of anything anymore?

Imminent in feeling, vacant of all thoughts 
Like a stagnant piece of rock, like a stagnant piece of rock 
It moves in no direction, it doesn't play a part 
mental suffocation bode hands behind my back 

The Devil is the driver in this pointless ride 
The Devil is the driver in this pointless ride 
The Devil is the driver in this pointless ride 
The Devil is the driver in this pointless ride 

Mindless world be sleeping, except that blinking walk 
Imminent in feeling, vacant of all thoughts
Captive in my room, were all I do is sing 
Waiting for something to happen, endless for what I mean 

The Devil is the driver in this pointless ride 
The Devil is the driver in this pointless ride 
The Devil is the driver in this pointless ride 
The Devil is the driver in this pointless ride 
The Devil is the driver in this pointless ride 
The Devil is the driver in this pointless ride 
The Devil is the driver in this pointless ride 
The Devil is the driver in this pointless ride