Skin

My little world, my little world, where are you?

Your fucked up dream, your fucked up dream, destroyed it!

Lies after lies, nights after nights

I wonder how often I sleep

Wrapped in so tight, memories destroyed

Turned inside, a man shaped void

My simple life, my loving child, how are you?

That fucked up noise, that fucked up choice, destroyed you!

Fast and blind, night after night

Face after face, I stare tight

Twisted Inside, six miles high, I burden you

Dead Inside, I rehearse to murder you

Now, as my pulse goes still

And my heart goes quiet

I forget this hell

But at the end of it all

I survived you

Conformity

Your comfort inside boxes

Bait waiting for foxes

Although you think to try to read it

But phonies never bleed it

You know you buy whatever made in Beijing

But you still believe ‘customer is the king’

They say free and single u out

So right, so wrong you never get it

Looked down, shunned away for a socialite

Meal gone for taxes, blame it on a naxalite

Judiciary is there for feudal fix

Empowered in 1950 JAN twenty six

Never mind try to please whites in night shifts

Just forget that “anger is a gift”

Dress up in uniforms, conform to norms

You respect your welfare state

Enough for restless to frustrate

But I get it, it all makes sense

We all are perfect people

We have government for the people, by the people

ANTI NATIONALISM

Dot in a circle, moving circle
Lost in boxes, perfect boxes
Joint in equity, exposed to reality
Names and flags for communality

A hand in hand, handcuffed for control
Laws in books, books for humanity
Trust in forces, forces for order
Victims and servants all in breadline
More to less all in prosperity
Anything I say is hostility

I find you in crowd and I know you’re alone
Behind the anthem and the uniform
You kill and die all alone
Void called nationality ruling rationality
Shame called democracy killing equality

A badge and a gun, this is the system
Bring a fist don’t listen to them
Sick of education become a revelation
Born in chains on the land of freedom
Against our hood their anthem on anthem
East to west wars and pending conclusions
Defy all the norms and bring revolutions

Spoon by spoon fed in every personality
A hoax and cancer called nationality

Idle mind

I’m never behind from dreaming of a different day
A day which changes every day
I’m always very low before I get high
And I don’t have a broken heart, just a blank mind
If only it can make a difference
Between a dream and some fantasy
Help me find where she resides

Imagine silence for a moment and think about the corner
Where the noise is
As I do upstairs with some thoughts to spare
Spare to fake some happiness
To fake love with a face
To fake trust in a place

If you feel control in design of the role you’re assigned
Imagine sea in middle of the city and come sail away
As I do on my voyage