i burn it down
aint making sound
(i burn it down,aint making sound)
i burn it down
aint making sound
(i burn it down,aint making sound)

blowing all my feelings in the air 
i dont need em no more
i am going higher than clouds
i cant feel no more

tears on my eyelids and they run,they go down
i am moving to the island,friday house

-Joust on my eyelids- [Prod.inkivi]

loner by the river, standing with a glass of shiver,
all he wanted was  friend, now he breathing with the quiver
tears made out of silver, coming back never considered
gaze of dusk, change of seasons, sun acting as the trigger yahoou

thinking about the people, ruined smiles of deliver
all he felt just mirage, all the pain was part of scripture,
take the oasis of serene, now he's playing with a reason
all he wanted was friend, now he rules all the seekers

i will sing you thorns of violets
all our flaws have here united
woe of golden hurls inquirers
dead are here, inner realigning 

praying on his knees tryna find a better way to
grip on his heels,recollecting what was painful
vase of the dread hanging out of his grazed shoe
whisper to the ally, you are not mine aint you?

doubts of the leisure, all his wishes for the better
in the search, for the treasure, now he's holding all the "can nots"
Lilly scissors cut the valves down,hawl to the denial
all he wanted was friend now he controls the radar

lies of the weeper, black eyes with a glee
he would not speak of it,just because of the need
thread of the evening slowly cutting his left energy
eat the ill fallacy, boulder shoulders mortal sins yahoou

in the end he scowls and looks at the trees
he knows their lies but he wont act on it
took all his images and burnt down with ease
he wanted friend but indifference seeps in

Age of indifference [Prod.Morteh]

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