Cynical

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