How reckless your brain is, put me in a game I'll make you spin Just a matter of time your old brain don't know these tricks I took time to construct walls, don't crumble them, please.
You shout, I listen you break, I make Time is an enemy, Today is victory tomorrow is defeat.
How old fashioned this evolution is, Still caged in the matter of time, sigh! Technology can't make time machine. We consume love and we let them win All lovers the same, don't trust their grin. Just a matter of time, can't hear tick of clock They lie with words as they pretend to trust your instincts.
You cry, I soothe You hurt, I embrace Time is an illusion today you rule, tomorrow you creep.
They say it lies in your eyes, this freedom and the life you left behind. Have we forgotten that wilderness is not a place, it's the state of your own mind, it's the reflection of your thoughts, your will to continue, it's the spark that keeps us connected. Have we forgotten that how stars align and how night changes into day, how we never looked at her feet when she dance that how we're so close yet so far. Have we forgotten who we were before people broke us, that we were art before we created one. Your skin, your bones are your shelter, that love inside your heart is your strength and your mind is a weapon. Have we forgotten that every creature lies within us from earthly ocean tides to birds soaring above at clouds. Since when did we started to fear darkness and that only bright stars count? That our moon is not a moon until it's full. Since when did we started to walk on different paths when our destination is same. By commands of our pride to the forgiveness of our mistakes, we search for love with groping hands. Since when did we forget that our souls are made to love not faces. Have we forgotten that wilderness is not a place, it's a season and that we're in it's final hour.
A vagabond I was - A nomad, Sleeping in different houses - Some beautifully ornamented, Some shining with vibrant hues, Some cozy and warm, Some enwrapping in their embrace While some just indifferent: Others shabby and rickety, Some, sombre and gloomy - Each had its uniqueness, Which drew me towards them, But none could make me stay.
Amidst all this vagrancy, I landed up at a place, Similar to those I have been - Yet, uniquely different. For the first time, I was at home. The mirror never before reflected Those eyes smiling so distinctly, Never did the wooden floor - Played tunes when I walked.
All this was but short-Lived, Soon a quake shuddered - Devastating every plinth, And every brick of my home. Now in these 72 beats - Every damn minute, Echoes of my shattering home reverberates, And this nightmare never lets me sleep: Home I would never be again.