Les Miserables

Pop the glock,
Khushi ko de rastaa
The deceiving moonlight
On the pebbled path,
Spill the ruby
Cleanse Potsdamer Platz
The night, the fright
A shiver like
Lightning charging a million axons

Nostalgia, the key unlocks the heart shaped locket
Thought the power that tricks the invincible mind,
Where gold appears worthless,
Oceans cease to habitate the depths of life,
Love is just an inbalance of hormones.

In an artificial world,
The lost awakening of the sun
On the 24th of June 3001,
When innocence was dealt with blood.

Distorted eyes,
The clouds of laws that dictate how we live,
The curse that demands sacrifice of all humanity,
Sign our name on the dotted line,
and walk towards the dark hole.

But every dark cloud has its silver lining,
The neighbouring settlement,
An invitation to wine and dine,
Consume the ruby,
Splattered on the vacant walls,
Smell the scent of a thousand bullets,
Solve yourself,
Find yourself,
in a room of soul-catchers,
For your in Stanford now,
And it will all be over in 14 days.