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Hope Less

There’s a corner of this world from where I see everyone
Every saint, every rebel, even that cheat making a run
I am no leader, neither do I wish to be
Cause I’m no bloody radical
Barking up the wrong tree
Blind to the catastrophes, the persecutions, the apartheids
That this world is destined to meet
For no one’s surprised, is out of our own deeds

We have lived a rather long time on this land
Such powers we’ve gained, it’s hard to understand
Just look around you, I refuse to believe
That we were given this world to make our own stands
But we went and learnt from a fictional movie
That with great power, comes great responsibilities
And made our own rules and an unstructured stance
That now we see have presented us these enormous, unbelievable calamities

Sometimes I wonder why were given this beautiful body
With perfect limbs to do things, and a wonderful mind
To take life into forward and rewind
Don’t you think this is a joke that would soon unwind
And put us all in great misery?
We here were hoping for a world beautiful as before
And this guy tells us that soon we’ll be no more
Oh what a sight it will be…
When there will shown absolutely no mercy

Then there’ll be no corner from where you can see every one
No nowhere, no nothing, no one making no run
And in this inevitable end there’s an earnest little plea
To stop all your judgment and avoid that revolutionary plunge
Please enjoy your stay with a lovely memory
Of a life that can never be as extraordinary
With a body so wonderful and a mind to feel
A life quite simple
Without knowledge explosion or excess mass appeal

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