It's an empty, in the pocket
And the weakness, is body
And the streets are silence
All are walking on pedestal

All riders are riding tireless
Some, are cruel and careless
Most are decent with reckless
And the rest are good fearless

And the road master is shouting
On the air, like he is on drinking
For the artificial legal propagating
On masses, who strives for living

So, now the eyes sees the light
And the heart thinks the right
And those who are trying fight
They will be shameless on fright