Serve and defy.. try to give myself in these words, try to express self in song, try to clarify all the reasons why. try to clarify why... what i said
Arctic... i'll try for you, i'd try for you, try, trial by ice. i can simply extend my fingers in a pose of exquisite pain, i can only twist my arm, stretch
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
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
Killer of the soul... satanic ritual set the corpse upon the table, cosmetic religion, hide your horns, if you are able. killer of the animal, only a
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
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
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 it
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
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
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, release
Yuga-yitam nimo-shena Chakshusha pravrisha-yitam Shunya-yitam jagat sarvam Govinda-virahena me Moments drag on for ages Eyes shower storms of tears
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
O Gopinatha, Lord of the Gopis: please hear my request I am a wicked materialist, always addicted to worldly desires, and no good qualities do i posses
The deeper i try to go, the shallower i find myself i dance on the strings of selfishness, self-righteousness imprisoned in my house of greed entombed
I try, to slake my, thirst on desert sand. hot dunes choke my throat, arid & parched. I try , to slake my, thirst on desert sand. how can i, slake
Grow, but what/who will have to go? you know i gotta grow i gotta yearn i gotta learn & i got to move ahead friendships changed = progress made (?)