A road to whatever
It`s my private court house
Hunting my hunger
Furious ultra-process
My mechanism plunders
Chorus
Explain to me the future
And my counter-intuition
The road unfolds as whatever
And that`s my ignition
Subside your self-portrait
In your arrogant made-up world
There's no love, joy or hate
Only what you have sold
Malicious interventions
On the top of your intentions
It`s mathematics in defiance
It`s intent covered in science
The first blisters on your feet
May show you there`s an exit
Your brain might even split
But only one story will fit
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