Yeah. Struggling, sitting on one seat.
Giggling, laughing, and tearing on beat.
Yeah–my expression to every emotion.
Yeah–the impression of being mature,
But suffering with all my devotion.
Your bestie bitched bout you, yeah?
One bustful sick foul truth
Is it's inhuman to expose the full truth.
The perfect setting for the truth is
10% diplomacy and 90% truth.
3 windows and 2 books.
Jump down to prove.
Stay there to prove you ain't fool.
Yeah. Books ain't worthy
If they don't make you think.
Sinking into yourself
Would never find meanings to hymns.
Hymns recited, not read, pretty successful.
(Chalti Rahe Zindagi)
Yeah.
Yeah. Who's there?
Who's there? Yeah. Yeah.
Who's there? Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
(Who's there?)
Knock Knock, not my door. Not fair.
Rob my neighbours,
More gold there than here.
I wish God was fair,
So I could also be fair.
Yeah. Led by bad examples,
They say I gotta be fair.
Abandoned, abashed, abated,
All the human sins just got abbreviated
Into this one word
That abuses the one-third
Of the population.
This is not some word unheard.
It's a burden that makes all your pleasant thoughts submerge
Below it.
'Lust' is the word and just note it.
'Lust' is the word and just note it.
Lust for fame,
And lust to change.
Their lust to blame,
And they still the same.
Lust for money and power and superstardom.
So harder, your life becomes so harder.
Maybe God knows how it feels to have no control over your thoughts,
Because this world is His and His thoughts.
Yeah. Kids killing men and women:
I don't see any control there.
(I don't see any control there)
Maybe there's writer's block in his mind,
And now he's just writing to make things
More interesting than more sense.
Yeah. Who's there?
Yeah. Yeah. Who's there?
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
(Chalti Rahe Zindagi)
(Zindagi)