Pull your tongue out and cut off your fingers,
The defeat in your will sweetly lingers...
(Part - II)
Born of the parents...
He went down like Giles Corey,
and lived like Andy Warhol...
All these years
All I've seen...
Is it time to give up fighting
when the war is over...
Her kind eyes are looking after me
even tough I am far away from her now...
At times I feel like a carousel horse,
picked and chosen, and ridden of course...
I am small but am strong,
cheap and slick so everybody i can cheat...
With every minute that passes,
My heart gets masses and masses...
But as the tears still fall,
i place my finger to my wrist...
Grass,
to flourish, must co...
Close your eyes
Feel with your hands and feet...