Living,living on the edge of cataclysm
All of us are living in an artificial prison
Humanity has lost its meaning and the reason
Still can we see a silver lining in this gloomy vision.
Sufferings and sorrows come in every season
No one steps forward to share the affliction
People die starving for help with tears frozen
Still can we see a silver lining in this gloomy vision.
Culprits run the game with full conviction
But we sit back imagining it a work of fiction
They move their pawns in the shadow of our own projection
And we yet love to live life under delusion
Still can we see a silver lining in this gloomy vision.
Those who tried to break the shackles of the ongoing confrontation
Were buried alive with their souls demanding retribution
Is this the end or is it a beginning of a new revolution
Still can we see a silver lining in this gloomy vision.
