Chasing success at what cost?
Ours is a land of sinners,
a land of treacherous winners.
a land of treacherous winners.
Ours is a land of cruel temptations,
a land of travellers without destination.
a land of travellers without destination.
We walk around with those ‘impenetrable’ masks of metal,
little do we know, they become a part of us, little by little.
We’re all chasing money, love, power, glory,
but we all think ours is a different story.
little do we know, they become a part of us, little by little.
We’re all chasing money, love, power, glory,
but we all think ours is a different story.
There’s no fire in our dazed eyes,
we look for the truth, but breathe out lies.
We hide our darkness behind screens of purity,
In chaos, we create a false equilibrium, an illusion of surety
we look for the truth, but breathe out lies.
We hide our darkness behind screens of purity,
In chaos, we create a false equilibrium, an illusion of surety
Ours is a society built on broken morals,
on our shelves sit the spray painted golden laurels.
Ours is the throne built with the bones of innocent dreamers.
Ours is the land of wise fools and blind believers.
on our shelves sit the spray painted golden laurels.
Ours is the throne built with the bones of innocent dreamers.
Ours is the land of wise fools and blind believers.

2 Responses
You always amaze me my gudda.Love from Maasi .You have a bright future we already knew it long back
You always amaze me my gudda. You have a bright future,we already knew it long back.Love and blessings from Maasi ….