You are no more alive,
just a dead man walking by the wayside.
Keep walking, don’t you look for a destination
There’s nothing ahead and you can’t even return
to that life, you called your own

Do you miss your life?
Well, we were never really born,
All of it was unreal, part dream part delusion
What you believed to be yours was whimsical and long gone,
You’ve been forgotten.

Walk along the dark horizons
Don’t ever get frightened
The endless nights would be your guide
You are a dead man;
and you must walk alone.

If somebody asks about you,
Tell them of your life before,
as if you are living it right now.
They would believe you,
But don’t reveal the truth on your own.

Every now and then
Some to misery are born
Some are born to unending gloom
Be thankful that you are free from this cycle of return
You must walk alone.

You are a dead man
Free from the clutches of life,
But don’t get haunted by those wrongs that you’ve done?
What’s done cannot be undone.

Maybe the Phoenix won’t rise for you,
And all you’ve got is handful of dust and splinters of bones.
But you will never perish unless you sojourn.

One day…
The world gonna end,
But that’s not today
So let’s have some fun

let me welcome you to the celebration
of the upcoming annihilation

Na na na na , don’t get startled or stunned
Even if it’s the end of the world
There’s still time left
Let’s wander around, under the gloomy sun

It’s not gonna happen
So sudden
So wait for it
Don’t get afraid
Life would be as cool as it used to be

You’ve gotta wait for it
Tomorrow, there may be a different beat
And you might not know how to dance on it

Shake a leg now and relax
Look at the shooting stars
But don’t you make any wishes to survive the blast

It ain’t gonna happen so soon
So don’t stop the spin
Move to the whirls of the tune
Never refrain
Trip a little and then twirl
Frisk your body to the whole
Enjoy the moment,
’cause the world gonna end
Sooner than you could ever imagine.

All those moments I cherished so far
All those reminiscences that I preserved
Still mesmerize me in ways I can’t even explain
Still makes me feel as if I’ve re-birthed again

Can some memories be held unto?
They are not mine to begin with.
Yet it feels as if all of it is mine
Everything is momentary though,
Each moment is just a paradox of now or never

Beginning to think is beginning to be "undermined"
To take the final flight, away from light
Into the dark environs of one’s state of mind

Just a careful analysis of letdowns or mere trickeries of deceiving soul
What sets off the crisis is almost always unverifiable?

An act like this is decreed upon within the silence of the heart.
As if a great work of art.

Sidelining hopes for a better tomorrow,
the man prefers a fatal evasion

Powerless to realize the transcendent,
Incapable of exhuming the depth of experience

The man deify what crushes him,
depriving him forever from the divine existence
Sacrificing his intellect, the believer immerses within darkness
In his failure, the believer finds triumph

Hiding the real you beneath a surface so deep
No one can ever find your true self anymore
You are no more what you used to be
Instead, you are what you are hiding

Stay there
Be as quiet as you like
But don’t forget all the lies you’ve told the world
If it would have been truths, you won’t have to remember anything.

Yet, you preferred the lies
Don’t you get entangled in your web full of deceits
Things would finally come out
Revealing the real you from what you are portraying.

How wonderful it would be to write a letter to you!
To feel like conveying my thoughts;
to put those thoughts into words.
Isn’t it splendid?
Indeed.

What I believe, what I think and what I see,
Are they real or just a portrayal of my fantasy
How to prove their very existence?
People say, you see what you want to see.
Was all of it then, just a trickery
Will it vary if I change the way, the way I perceive things

Does nothing in this world got any meaning at all?
Is all this a façade?
The more I try to see, why the less I comprehend?

This consistency amazes me as well
There’s so much uniformity, there are so much sameness in our lives
Why all these things are the way they are?

So many people, limitless interpretations
Yet, what prevails is just a function of power and deception

Where we are heading, if nothing being true at all
Why we are robbing ourselves from having a point of view
Why someone else’s opinion takes precedence over our own?

So many questions, so little time.