Predeterminated rounds fluxing up the ordainmented estates All your intentions are coded, not a chance for an escape All of your endeavors of breaking out from these borders Are just adding to your confine of this machine's orders Roads interlocking new ones, seems like creating new ways Crossings, junctions, intersections all lost in haze Do your disquisition of finding wickets of flights While these loopholes do always end up in its' primes
Leavening influences Leavening barrel influences Predestrinated portions Of unaugurable surceases
Deprived from all human leverages, from all human aspects Given but one flavour as a benignant substitution, acceptance Drives weaving old ones, seems like bringing pass known ways But time flows through your hands, locking you up in this maze
