Leaving the haze of the city's breath
Camouflaged by religion
Overnight and over hills
In a rush to the other side
Cynical
We know that it seems so
It's dedication
We always try to show
All the branches on the road
Bring them to the bonfire
Let the ashes flow in water
Cool it down to a sculpture
Let it melt until it is sober
Drained of history
A dry spot in the ether
An act that goes even deeper
Into the realm
Cynical
We know that it seems so
It's dedication
We always try to show
Cynical
We know that it seems so
It's dedication
We always try to show
Cynical
Cynical
Cynical
Cynical