Freedom is free from the devil
And the nation will try to sleep
Time is flowing like a cyclone
And the nature will speak the truth
The Holy sun is rising high
As the moon is paling down
Smell of your inners is there in my bed
Drown I go in your pain
Crying like insane
As I move with the wind
I can feel my dreadful rain
Simple is there in the cage
Complex screams for kiss
Water is asking many questions
And some fingers will wipe it out
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