What are we doing to ourselves?
Why all this conversation of artillery
Which lure souls out from their bodies
Drilling out red sweat from skins
Selling lives to death because of a natural gift.

What are we doing to ourselves?
We keep hijacking people dreams
Before it's born into reality
Making many old to hope in mediocrity
Grooming the glowing youngster to grow faithfully in vanities.

What are we doing to ourselves?
We had caged the mankind in us with our stained hands
Making bare the devil in us to imprison our fate
Now living like cat and mouse in the same house
In the name of money, power and fame.

Our heads, what are we doing to ourselves?
Often setting traps in the name of policies
Sweating to resurrect the dead, ignoring the living
Blinding our eyes when hands are stretched
Weeping blood, peeling kneels just to get a help.
Why do we always leave ourselves to live and die eating promises?

What have we done to ourselves?
Our children are dead out of our negligence
In anger, our youths wedded to weapons to take vengeance
Vengeance painstaking taken against themselves
For the witty guilty are never found, they are ourselves.

There is Red Tears in the North
Flesh have been eaten like betal nut
This most be a cold war
A beginning of the prophesy end of the world.

Brothers against brothers
Breeding terror round their borders
Souls roasting like fire woods
Guns and bombs in action like hollywood.

For a judge, case without a defined course
Is far heavier than the messiah cross
No wonder her leaders now seems so daft
To conquer life for her masses
From this conscious-less artist of a dreadful craft
Burning dreams to ashes with no mercy.

Is there any justification for a war against innocence?
killing human like flies, murdering hopes with ease, what truly is the essence?
Some say it's political, others say it's religious
In either way this faceless people are really ill serious.

What will become of those they have made homeless
What about the ambitions and dreams of the  crucified children
What will become of their mourning parents.

God, how long will thou wait before you pass your judgement?
In all this ungodly act, do you find any contentment?
Or is it your prophesied end you are watching to fulfilment?
God, the north is on fire, she needs your peaceful involvement.

There is bloodish tears in the north
The west  help to advert for these dead souls crying for vengeance
See dark smoke in the tears from the north
I am crying to the world powers to interrupt this over welcomed insurgence
Which have made us scared of our own home
And hope against hope.

My heart have no brakes
Just on a ride with the winds
Pretending to be deaf to what they say
For they are pointless like his dreams.

I can imagine the busy nature of a busy bee
But my heart is busier indeed
Discussing the issues of life in a silent plead
Still no ears ever listened to him.

My heart, a beautifully shapeless engine of life
Travelling far and wide
Intruding without being noticed
Harming not, adventure, learning are his motives.

Daily arguing against nature
Often in his extreme corner fighting for the weak
Heart broken by the harsh policies of his nation
My fate is his only whip.