Distract

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