The Cypher

He deviates from the route!

Tired of the same grey landscape
He grabbed the steering wheel
And gave a fuck to all security terms
Oblique desires in his eyes

Worn out until the very last atom
A last pump through these veins
Once more pressing in this slow-traffic road

Like a robot, a clock
Before a vast realm of scapes
No one expected he could...

Now he finally runs toward somewhere
Is there a maniac man or it's just our land?
Created sick, ought to be sane

How far he goes
It could only mean the nearness to recommence

Now all dissolved in despair
Is there a maniac man or it's just our land?

As a rise up, new day
When hope turns to a grievous sight

Maybe we rise up from this estate
Of mere clients
Magnates sold a password for a flashback
He deviates from the route
Appeals were meaningless strength
So, he deviates from the route

Amid the car horns, shrapnel, wicked eyes
A picture evokes a parallel
To all the lattest past results

A deadly impulse, a tragedy
Colliding powers, invisible forces

All dissolved in despair now
A maniac man or it's just our land?

While we breed evil inherent impulses
Which we're all susceptible
A post-Hobbesian structure stands
Made by modern slavery's submiss hands

Look how far he goes
To finally reach somewhere.