Unfeelable

Unfeelable ballad

Uploaded by aazizz saleem

writers don’t die, they only get buried
said me to myself when i was worried
i don’t have a soul, i am the soul, i just have an anatomy
actually the world is an academy
closer to me and closer till your near
controlling me my thoughts are the puppeteer
the difference is the similarity
between the illusion and the reality
you are my rest in this restless earth
as the sun dies and gives itself birth
the human body is an instrument with limitations
but the creator created unlimited creations
beyond the physical there is a way without a way
like a pathless path through blood bath
the body is only preserved by the pain
to enjoy and entertain
the ones who reached first are waiting now
got hit where it hurts found the door to the deeds
the demons are real but they are weak
i may not agree with what you say but you can say it anyway
like a green snake in the green grass
what you see is not, don’t think anything until you know everything
there is no such thing as unknown,its just temporarily hidden
the in between moment of future and past is a gift as given
take it to the grave or hypnotize me to sleep
i am not my illness, my illness is a part of me
ohh god give me the lighting sword
as the time came by from truth to lie
what was early now to late
wait
the open heart empty the mind,i see the blind
understand
like the ocean and the sand
many messages were un-send
the beginning of the end
soul is a bird in a body of cage
free the bird or live in rage.

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