[Objective]

The road to success is nothing less
than a wasteland, only fools dress to impress
and expect to get fed from the same hand that perfected the gameplan.
A leader doesn't reflect nothing else than the concept of a sane man.
So when you're walking the road forget what you've been told,
there's skulls, corpses and bones before you get diamonds and gold.
The truth will unfold once you get past the mountains and the secrets it holds,
beyond the scene of vultures guarding the market where souls getting sold;
you'll find yourself picking up your sanity in a bucket of coal,
but that's what happens when you lose track of your goal.
You got a direction to go, so why you're going so slow?
what happened with your strategies and all of that flow?
Was it all just for show? Seems to me you're just scoping the landscape,
are you contemplating to die in this realm? Now that's being in bad shape...
You're in charge of your own fate, no reason to add weights,
but it takes character to survive the path of these mad lanes.