: 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
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
: 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
: 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
: 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
: 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
: Mantra six... changing pictures, bright and framed through window smoke, like fire burning ashes, ashes of your hope. how will you reap the harvest
: 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
: 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,