: Your hypocrisy Your empty religion Your proud hollow philosophy Consumerism, thrice daily cannibalism Your tv Your constant sexuality I oppose
: 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
: 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
: 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
: 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
: 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
: You try to shoot me down Your mouth is like a loaded gun A million cries of a billion lies That?s your ammunition Miconception Dissemination
: Return the hostage, return the hostage: I The hollowness within me burns Without me ?I?m? a plastic hide Inside I hide a brutal void Release me
: 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
: Yuga-yitam nimo-shena Chakshusha pravrisha-yitam Shunya-yitam jagat sarvam Govinda-virahena me Moments drag on for ages Eyes shower storms of
: ?Return to madness? I ponder on your dark embrace ?Return to lunacy? Mesmerized, I drift towards the brink ?Return to madness? About to extinguish
: 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
: This is the weapon of real revolution This is the fire of the final rebellion Politics, that ain?t gonna solve this Sociologist, your plan is useless
: 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,
dead-eyed crowd Can turn a sane man crazy and a crazy man sad I can fight with the best, but I can only go so many rounds And that's grounds for separation
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: How can I bear this any longer? Arms stretched out only to hold separation Take me away I'm dying inside Emptied before you I will fight until