[- Long Ago... What Has Been Said By Honour, Is Exceedingly Conducive To My Welfare. Abandoning All Pleasure, The Lofty-minded Dauther Preformed The Propitiation By Means Of Profound Meditation. On Hearing These Words, She Pondered Over Me Mentally... And So The Story Goes... (the Skanda Purana)]



One Million Miles I'm Walking, One Million Miles Away

And Still You Hear Me Talkin,

Full Of Doubt On A Painful Way

I'm Not A Fortune Teller Nor Support The Monarchy

I'm Setting Up The Situation To Destroy My Scenery

Take All The Trouble With Me, More Than I Can Afford,

Anscrewed And Full Of Laughter, As Qirija Speaks The Word



Oh Well I Don't Know, Whatever I'll See...



Come Slowly, Won't You Look At Me Instead

Depressed And Lonely, Listen To What Shiva Said

Taste The Falvour Of A Hundred Million Tears

I Stare Into Her Eyes

Crimes The Hide Since Thousand Years



As Now My Live Is Shifted, I Crawl On Holy Ground

My Blodd And Soul Are God Gifted,

Made Me Lokkin'in From The Out

Still I Hear Their Voices Singing,

Gliding Sounds From The Left To Right,

I Try To Close My Eyes,

But Can't Get Her Out Of My Sight

I Know This Place Is Haunted

This Temple Of Tears

This Lust I Always Wanted

Beautiful And Lustful Fears,...

And Still I Dont Know Where Do I Go