Lyrics: Sheikh Saami Mahmud
Music: Sheikh Saami Mahmud
Born in '93 Feels like so much that I’ve seen Nothing excites me like it's used to
In a word with insanity, hateful ideology
Now we’re dealing with this brand new flu
Can’t really explain what we’ve been through
Embraced a social group to maintain my status quo
Conspiracies are born, dividing groups
Nobody knows what’s the right and what’s the truth
Schools are not empowering the minds of brilliants
Showing dreams of success but Enslaves millions,
basic human emotions that are no longer vital
Instagram is giving birth to all those fake idols
They call them influencer, what are you influencing bro?
Put some clothes on and tell the kids about life,
and sympathy and empathy
save these kids from all those misery and jealousy
and self hate depression,
What’s your life goal and what’s your position?
Are we walking out from our own salvation?
Read so much manuscripts, how much you can remember?
Technologies might replace you by the end of December,
Do I overthink too much sometimes I just wonder
I don’t follow rituals but I’m a pure believer
Who set the standards? Inequality's being leveraged
Pen and paper histories are written on the pages
It's just hard to tell what’s right and what’s manipulated
Some gets shot and some gets all the privilege
George Floyd, Ahamud Arbery are few to name
Some died on camera while the most gone, defamed
Fire in my house, why do I care about the west?
Injustice is injustice they pave ways for all the rest
You claim to be the best but deep down you’re
corrupted
Implicitly misguided third worlds that’s the subject,
Solvents among us look up to you for the health system
Covid19 spread, looks like you’re the worst victim
Horror movie fans, what it's like to be in one?
Scarier than the fiction, it’s gonna last for long
You never listened But I warned you
You never listened But I warned you
No space for feelings in the ashtray
Yet bad feelings crash into my hallucinations
No space for feelings in the ashtray
Yet bad feelings crash into my hallucinations No space for feelings in the ashtray
Yet bad feelings crash into my hallucinations