Tuesday, May 29, 2018

Achhe din aane waale hain

There is no righteousness.
There is no wrong
There's just the night to fear
When the silence is long

Don't tell me I'm okay
When I'm still in pain
Don't tell me that I'm free
When I'm still in chains

No way for us to rise up
To rage against the machine
Every neck that looks up is torn down
From head to spleen

Shots of rum, shots of whiskey
Shots from guns killing me
Hands reach out to pull me up
I feel them suffocate, choking me

Defenders of the poor, the weak?
...bullshit
You think we're stupid,
So on us you're trying to pull shit?

If everything's the way
That it's meant to be,
Then why does it all reek
Of hypocrisy?


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