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
