Midnight Universe

Similarities between words and tunes.
The song is made.
Differences between opinion and thoughts.
Reveals the blade.

The edge of the earth, a place for some.
Others doubting where you're from.
Visual centric minds are yet to be seen.
Advancements made through machine.

The creator has failed to make us live.
It does not depend on what he gives.
Involvement of the universe is needed in our heads.
Attainable only when sleeping in our beds.

Understanding the random thought of emotions.
Mixed adventures or curious notions.
Different patterns in the rhythmic clouds.
All related to us as a crowd!

Recorded Sins

Minds were dispersed when the universe was born.
Now they're lost, now they're torn.
Instincts emerge right from birth.
Unleash your instincts and there would be hell on earth.

Violence might be an admired perception.
The view of an altered man's deception.
Traveling and searching for truth in a world where reality is insane. 
Some follow but others are plain.

The abolition of the weak  for a greater mind.
Trying to change the path of mankind.
Erasing our fears and blocking our means to do right.
Like a new born man without sight.

Guilt is recorded and erased by the strong.
The weak is swallowed knowing right from wrong.
Violate the memory and you shall question your deeds.
Erase all the memory and you shall have no needs.

Confined to your Mortal Gods

Sounds from your soul may disgust your God.
All of them stop but you are odd.
You keep pushing further till you fall.
You are small yet you stand tall.

Beneath their feet we lay.
Rotting and gasping for fresh air.
Grinning and laughing with their awkward stare.
Why are we chained by their selfish thought?
Is it our destiny to follow them and rot?

Gaze upon the sky and tear through the universe.
There is no limit to life or labor.
The one who supports is your savior.
The one who oppose is your tamer.

Inspiration can be drawn from ourselves.
Follow the road ahead and do not stop for them.
The more you move, the more you can see.
Prevail in the existence which you are supposed to be.

Crossroads to Rebellion

A free thinker is always mocked by the Indian society.
Free is a word which never existed in this land.
No one is with you to hold your hand.
Feared by the society, your friends join the race.
A race in which your parents also tells you to chase.

A race which has no meaning to our existence on this earth.
A race which exits as soon as your birth.
At the end of the race, diamonds, gold and respect are showered upon you.
Satisfaction and meaning may or may not be true.

Free thinkers do not know of any race track.
They create an endless road of passion  which glitters when anyone steps on.
Happiness and laughter will never be gone.
Do what you love and do not have fear!
Some do, others shed a tear.

We must end this society full of pain.
Miseries created for personal gains!
Banks and software which are treated as warriors  in ancient time?!
Why should they be respected?
Are they making this world safe from crimes?!

End this dominance of pathetic jobs.
End commercialism to the highest degree.
Like animals, humans should also roam free!
If trapped like a tortured animal in a small cage.
Society,
Be ready for rebellion,
Be ready for rage!