Piling The fouling vessels Around my soul I have thrown away What taught me life . It's my demise I began to read it . hearts of the beings Turned to deserts . It's my demise Now I began To read it.
The thoughts, that The society conceived Flooded into my life Making me a deceiver . The bliss, that My hallucination bore Streamed into the society Making it a tinsel world, that Deceived me . The agony, that My heart experienced Worded which I seldom heard
The life I stacked Collapsed as a house of cards . I found vacuity beneath When I set my foot on the peak . I unfounded Blood and muscles When I made me a Colossus
It's heard The voice of wounded souls Of dying destitute Of those who embrace hunger Of those who consume The produced brutality In the heart Of the unjust world . It's heard The voice of wounded souls But being neglected.
I never saw The Sun set in my life For I never saw The Sun rise in my life Because I am an idolum . I never saw A tear in my life For I never saw A smile in my life Because I am an idolum