What are we?
With the minuscule life that we hold,
Stretching a few decades,
Moving forward to reach under,
Running behind the so called fates.
All we do here,
Is to prove the one wrong,
The one who sent us here,
The one who set you to be found.
Race, riches , rituals, rivalries,
Are way above the reason of being.
Human, logic, rational, reasons,
Are like rare species to be seen.
Pity is big, Mammoth is pity,
Pigs are affluent, Wealthy are pigs.
But the fact that no one can change this,
Hides behind a beggar’s ribs.
No, but still the bridle,
Controlling every ones mind,
Is lump, lure, lust,
And a monkey sitting at the top of a pine.
Looking at this ridiculous circus,
Someone silently laughs at us,
The one which is below everyone,
Yet way above from all this fuss.
5 billion years stretch of changes,
Been there, seen that,
Earth looks at us, and says,
Oh I am so sorry, did u mind that, you rat !
What is the big deal?
What are you anyways?
A composite of particles, sullying for 60 years
In search for some eternal praise.
With the minuscule life that we hold,
Stretching a few decades,
Why can’t we do whatever?
Why can’t we be what it really takes…
Close to earth as I lye,
Closing my eyes, accepting my defeat.
I hear it say,
Go child, go play it your own way…
play it your own way…
With the minuscule life that we hold,
Stretching a few decades,
Moving forward to reach under,
Running behind the so called fates.
All we do here,
Is to prove the one wrong,
The one who sent us here,
The one who set you to be found.
Race, riches , rituals, rivalries,
Are way above the reason of being.
Human, logic, rational, reasons,
Are like rare species to be seen.
Pity is big, Mammoth is pity,
Pigs are affluent, Wealthy are pigs.
But the fact that no one can change this,
Hides behind a beggar’s ribs.
No, but still the bridle,
Controlling every ones mind,
Is lump, lure, lust,
And a monkey sitting at the top of a pine.
Looking at this ridiculous circus,
Someone silently laughs at us,
The one which is below everyone,
Yet way above from all this fuss.
5 billion years stretch of changes,
Been there, seen that,
Earth looks at us, and says,
Oh I am so sorry, did u mind that, you rat !
What is the big deal?
What are you anyways?
A composite of particles, sullying for 60 years
In search for some eternal praise.
With the minuscule life that we hold,
Stretching a few decades,
Why can’t we do whatever?
Why can’t we be what it really takes…
Close to earth as I lye,
Closing my eyes, accepting my defeat.
I hear it say,
Go child, go play it your own way…
play it your own way…
