Deviate

Take time, take time

To see what you have traded for them to see you as a part of something

Of something with no convenience, forever slave to their greed

Trained by sudden masters to change all that you've become

Until you're dead

The only way out is to go yourself

It's all a lie

The source of you perceived life will be death

The flashes in my eyes won't go

Time will till if the decision to leave the cycle of the so called "martyr" there at the door of hell

Shapes a new life left to serve the ground

For the eyes unclean it's better to see all of the bullshit that is thrown on fucking top of me