the song of the blind street...

PROLOGUE....
there comes a moment in your life which offers you a choice...either to merge with the mob ;celebrate mediocrity and walksecurely on the obsecure blind street or to tread the uncharted whims of your personal faith. where the crowd hates your guts and is out there to consume you...where you are not sure that your every step is towards the glory or the gutter....the problem then is not of intelligence but of courage...Life may be secure on the blind street..but it is ugly and rotten..my rat on the blind street wants to show you precisely this...

THE SONG OF THE BLIND STREET...

I look for faith which is not there
I shrink wth fear which is everywhere
I have no guts, i need a kick in my butts
to walk on virgin roads of grasses and weed..

As i walk with the crowd on the blind street...

I know i am losing myself in the crowd
And i am doing my mamma no more proud
But i don't have the limbs of courage and heat
I am a slithery reptile of the blind street...

I know there are a thousand suns
that await me at those hundred turns
But i walk straight with the Mob in steps so indiscreet
I am the coolest Zombie of the blind street ...

The street is wide and roads are plain
..SO what if they lead to destination profane
Just driving each one at others' pace I no longer hate my buddy rats...and the RAT RACE
FOR i just love the song of the PIPER..and its raunchy beat

....I am a blind rat dancing on the blind street

So what if i don't know about my rudders,
At least i push somebody and he pushes some others
They feed me their wholeness, i sell them my soul,
THe vulgar symbiosis for the blind goal
Just feasting on fear and valour's dead meat..

.MEET US...WE ARE THE RESIDENT SAPROPHYTES OF THE BLIND STREET...!