Dead People Are Cool کے بول

There's people on the outside There's freedom where they d'well The spheres they're populating Can't be like hell on earth Coz we're learning, what's meant with calm and peace Wish I could see the outside, where all is free Mistreated and fucked up The waters where I dive Lost and cheated I'm creeping I'm bound to follow the sundown of human rites Feel sorrow, the pablum of death Frustration, the centre of my life, day and night I feel exploited and violated I feel crushed and I feel down Please do not tell me that you would show consideration Of my heart, this is so fragile, or just of my soul Dead people are cool