Stepping stones appear in muddy waters
Step by step with limited vision
Step half-man and walk obtund
Breathe in through your iron lungs

Between the eyes of jury duty
Chosen ones of convenient suiting
Bound possibilities by book read of recessions
In the dirt
His brain is losing its last depressions

He walks, he runs until his knees give in
To trees that are so evergreen
Shallow grooves in muddying waters
Fear for time moves faster backwards in the end

Of this fruit, each bite opening a path to freedom
Each action drips in sincerity until hypocrisy of faith
For orbiting the sun is not enough, he wants nobility

Atomic man touches no knife without ideology
And in two he’ll split behind those bars