You are a child of suburbs and hot zones, the son of a dead nature.
You are a player without rules, your own law, you are a warrior of freedom.
You were nobody, and now the king, knocked out shop windows and burned down walls.
Soon a "zero" will flash on the timer and gray ash and ashes will rise up.
Ash and decay. Explosion and howling of the sirens.
You leave the pursuit through the cordons, through the fire.
Light in the eyes, a lever in the palm of your hand, but your goal is a chimera.