Too many implications which we are not
Mind hectic, dosha imbalance
Make sense out of this madness
Bet on your sanity, trying to crack the riddle
Not this, nor that, what is it?
A stranger in your own body
Disconnected from the authentic
Not this, nor that
The roots forgotten
Still seeking the truth
In the blinding darkness
Stumbled upon the eye opener
Your salvation is surrender
And recognition
Not this, nor that
Delirium
Who’s playing human
Forgets he’s not the character
Not this, nor that
Acknowledged being lost
At least knows that he is not that
Philosophy for hopeless nutcase
Drop, drop the hopes
Not this, nor that
Be here and now
Don’t listen to your head
The mind is sick
And spreading poison
Not this, nor that
Not that, nor this
Forget forget
Drop drop
Illusion drop
Not this, nor that
It’s only in your head
A thinker stop to think
Not this, nor that
Not this, nor that
It’s only in your head