The most delicate master
The drive, the core of our source of function
Too strong the belief of supremacy

And we'll drown in the lack of the increasing gain

Driven since the first step

And here we are trying to find our way in
Time bordering all advantages
Fear of infinity self-conceit


The ability to process, the ability to err
Truth neglected in irrational frustration

Determination serving temptation
Desire within unsound


Euphoric ambition possessed
To shorten our path, to lengthen our time


The most delicate master
The drive, the core of our source of function
Raionality paralyzed at the altar of will

Too tired of struggling, too strong to give in

Driven since the first step

A conscious failure of feigned ignorance
Internal filt appearing so reasonable
A stubborn wound none willing to heal


All equal in the field of diffidence
Swaying about on a weaker scent

Distance blurring destination
Desire within unsound


Euphoric ambition possessed
Idle discontent devotion