Soundless

Still here, watching television Still here, lamenting my self Nowhere to run, just stay left Without any vision Soundless meant to death And rebellious sound meant to deadly death I am forced to listen to a song, a lookalike-soldier song Burn reason without a grain of ash remained I am embraced to praise Or I am locked to speak hatred And whatever I am being, it is a determination An empty heart An empty mind This soul and spirit died in dreaming body And with this all limitations, I would die Completely die, and without any perfume or camphor I would open this windows and doors Let wind and bullet at once coming inside I would be here, and stay still Without praise and hate speech And I would defend my country Sound from underworld to be more heard Freezing praise, freezing hate speech