I'm just lost in a way, hey, Playing a God who would stay, Proposing the truth every day Just another man who lost it, Then delayed the solution,  Ney, I haven't got much left to say


Hot beaches Warm people  Bar music like none else I haven't been there but I know I stole a piece of it  From the other side of the world


I have written enough To pass the twelvth class And many more hours of work I pretty much realize where it's going, Where next time will land the stork Craft of the crafts is giving life  To young fellows ho spark and inspire  The old ones


Nation so lost It doesn't recognize  Its own values There is the wailing wall But even those tears are shed in vain The pain of obscuroty is so reminiscent I can't complain how empty it all Seems to be


Golden cage with a key inside Golden bird waiting to go outside Golden cage Golden cage My soul is trapped in you I am not sure what I gonna do Golden bars aren't doing me any good Rather free myself and fly But I'm stuck in here, I don't know why


Digesting the memory of time Pretending life is whole And still sublime Youth is diying to get defined New century's role is underlined In technological progress And mental degradation of the kind


Broken winged angels fly Until they fall down and die People carry their 'why?' Random thoughts defy What is considered a pure sky


Another two and a half hours Endless vanity and showers People building towers Why am I stuck, Without any given powers?


Betrayed By the society And the close ones Perhaps I am a mischief And perhaps  I've done no good in previous life too Perhaps this is the reason I suffer so much in this one. Karma, my friends, is indeed a naughty girl. 


Your skull is like a bowl You fill it with your thoughts While you fill the bowl with a white rice The scarcity of good thoughts Meaningless amount Compound like the stones In bags of the same aforementioned rice Why do you think so much? Don't blink! Tap upon a table, Make the noise your best advice.