Avi Misra

Lyrics

I went down one morning through streets that scream a lie
I went through the pillars where time seems to die
I took a winding road by a yellow distant jeep
He was hinting that the stars at this hour begin to weep

I looked at the idol that shone by the tree
He seemed to tell me of a time we were free
I hurried to the priest who worshipped a phone
He told me of a million kinds of different crayons

And though with due permission the antichrist does strike
What kind of mist do you hide in, my love?

I stopped around a rickshaw just to ride me a horse
I looked at two soldiers who were fighting swords
I asked them what the fuck were they doing on ring road
Soon I was bloodied and lost in a horde


The time seems to hide beyond the tree side
The crickets they do whisper and give me a high five
Ive left this age of 'Missiles' please give me a gun
In the old days, killing was just so much fun

I could have read your poems through the green sculpted glass
But now I just sit here making stereos blast
How could King Akbar never mention me
When I was in his court making history

And though with due permission the antichrist does strike
What kind of mist do you hide in, my love?

It seems like were all circling the Jama Masjid
We’ve got a left side that’s like a windows PC
And every time I hide and you do the seeking
We land up in a dream with Kohinoor stealing

The golden crows is making a lama see the light
I’m just sitting here making fire fight
The age of right and wrong is way past below us
We end up waltzing in Blavatsky’s gym
And though with due permission the antichrist does strike
What kind of mist do you hide in, my love?