Your hypocrisy Your empty religion Your proud hollow philosophy Consumerism, thrice daily cannibalism Your tv Your constant sexuality I oppose, vehemently I vow
I remember when you cried With your eyes on fire With the gale in your lungs, Screamed your throat red But now it's getting colder? What happened to you? You're on your deathbed I remember when you laughed With the sunlight on your lips Sun rising high On your early morning smile But you're not waking up this time? Breathless cries over lifeless eyes
Your body is here, but you're not
That thing that screamed with me And dreamed with me That thing that laughed with me And cried with me That same thing lies before me On this deathbed But where are you?
Invested your identity In a world that raped you of your entity Projected personality On a world-less individuality I look in my eyes and I see no one I look deep into your eyes: no one
My colour and my fire Sapped by the external objects I desire I drown in my melodrama, My soul leaks out the cracks
I looked in my eyes and I saw no one I stared a mile into my smile: no one No one no more
I know I'm someone, And I know that there is something more I know your world is nothing Nothing in it for me anymore I turn my back on your corpse hearted "reality" I walk right out that door I disaccept your nothingness
Both in the day and in the night, I remain sleepless; Suffering the pain of the loss and gain For a fraction of a smile I'll suffer the trial, Of a million mindless misers (they call themselves my boss) what's the price of the "lifestyle"?
Did you really fall for this again? Did you believe that he was a man? Did you think there was something real In the things we've said. Just to be a lord over you (in bed) ? He'll tell you everything You'll ever want to hear Cause he wants to be you most dear He wants to be the reason for you tear And the music that's playing in your ear He wants to be your reservoir of pleasure And wants to be your heart's only treasure Your everything, your only-thing Your god, he wants to be your god
How far you fall for it ? how far you fall
He's the only "he" What you see in me, that's a falsity Govindam adi-purusam tam aham bhajami
This ain't no song of flattery I'm pointing out our stupidity: Dumb femminity, dumb masculinity
Think about it
Did you dream you were more than his trophy? Sex turn you to dirt, a non-entity Sex turns you (us) to stone and that's reality
Tear tears through my eye A screaming struggle To shin the shallow me The calculated "I" Penetrate the pretense Of this plastic life Hard? Yes it's hard (what did you expect?) easy life ? easy lie
Crackerjack smile is cracked I spy the lie decry the lie Jack tragic trace: Tear etching scars your caked On clown face
Chew the thorn Drink the blood Call it pleasure But you'll never quench that thirst Sex is suffering Bleed the envy Bleed the jealousy Bleed the heartache Call it pleasure Chew the thorn
Condemned cell incarcerates me No walls, no bars on this cage It's just "me" The penitentiary is my "identity" In this solitary I learn what it's like to be so Alone
Crouched in a lonesome corner I shiver Head faced to the wall my eyes Glued to the mirror Masculinity beats the living hell out of me Vanity is only my reality My only cold companion
Each moment without you I die Each moment without you I die Each moment without you I die O, Krishna
"Return to madness" I ponder on your dark embrace "Return to lunacy" Mesmerized, I drift towards the brink "Return to madness" About to extinguish my heart "Return to a world for me" I must not accept your relentless request I can not accept your relentless request I will not I will not I will not I will not Your request is denied, denied
Down Pulled down Pulled down by the current Into the ocean of misery Dragged out by the mainstream Washed out by the waves Of convenience and compliancy Time has dyed your substance pale Time, won't dye my substance pale One path for me through destiny And I will tread it till the blood red end Because I stand in the shelter Of the strength of my lord I stand in the shelter Of the strength of my lord I'm looking at you, with the yawning jaws of Normalcy stretched wide beneath your stride What's your plan to save your ass From the 9 to 5 scam? Without a lifelong movement, Without a spiritual society, There ain't no sanctuary from popular insanity Or will you just add the death toll?