Pentagram - Tomorrow's Decided - Lyrics

One of my all time favorite lyrics. So posting it here...

Pick up the stone from the earth of your mind, and throw it, throw it.
Fill up the bottle with the flames of thought, and blow it, blow it up.

Face the guns, feel the sticks, melt the shields, beat the tanks back, tanks back.
Take a step, make a fist, fight the fear, beat the tanks back, tanks back.

For too long, you and I've been quiet,
Watching, and waiting to try it,
Rise up now, rise up,
Set your sights up,
Then tomorrow's decided.

For too long you and I've been quiet,
Too scared to win, don't deny it,
Rise up now, rise up,
Set your sights up,
So tomorrow's decided.

You know and they know, it's coming, it's coming.
You know and they know, so they're running, they're running.
You know, they know, they're losing, they're losing.
And all we got to do is stand up, stand up.
 
Say what needs saying, do what needs doing, take what needs taking, give what needs giving, stand up, stand up.
Say what needs saying, do what needs doing, take what needs taking, give what needs giving, stand up, stand up.
Too long, you and I've been quiet.

Face the guns, feel the sticks, melt the shields, beat the tanks back, tanks back.
Take a step, make a fist, fight the fear, beat the tanks back, tanks back.

For too long, you and I've been quiet,
Watching, and waiting to try it,
Rise up now, rise up,
Set your sights up,
Then tomorrow's decided.

For too long you and I've been quiet,
Too scared to win, don't deny it,
Rise up now, rise up,
Set your sights up,
So tomorrow's decided...

Hok Kolorob

The Trinamool government, at the dead of the night on 17 September 2014, unleashed RAF and Commandos on innocent students of Jadavpur University in order to break their peaceful gherao of the Vice-Chancellor of the university. Lots of students were badly wounded. Plain clothed political goons accompanied the police and molested the girls. In a classic ambush fashion, all the gates were locked and the lights were switched off just before police pounced on the students, who were "armed" only with guitars and violins. These students just wanted one simple thing: that their friend, who got molested inside the University campus a few weeks ago should get a fair unbiased investigation.

This poem is against all those inhuman barbarians, politicians who think they can get away with anything simply because they have power in their hands. No they cannot. We will stop them. With our movement. Hok Kolorob has united us and now we will see this till the end. 'Hok Kolorob' in Bengali means 'Make Some Clamor'. Its indeed time to make some clamor.

লড়াই আমার রক্তে আছে
লড়াই আমার ঘামে,
আজ থেকে আর ভয় পাই না
রাজনৈতিক নামে।

সব কটা ওই বরাহ-শিশুর মুখ
আমি দেখতে পেয়ে গেছি,
(সুযোগ পেলে)
নিজের বোনের ছিঁড়বে জামা
আমি বুঝতে পেরে গেছি।

মদ, গাঁজার দোহাই দিস
কত ধরবি ভেক,
নিজের বাড়ির পিছনেই তোর
দেশী মদের ঠেক।

মার যত মার, মারতে পারিস
দেখি কত জোর,
রাজনৈতিক বিষ দাঁতটা
উপড়ে নেবো তোর।

আকাশ, বাতাস মাতিয়ে দেবো
কবিতায়ে আর গানে,
একজোট হয়ে বুঝিয়ে দেবো
আন্দোলনের মানে।

উপাচার্য তোকে নামতে হবে
চেঁচিয়ে বলো সব,
লাঞ্চিত বোনেদের ন্যায় চাই
আজ হোক কলরব... হোক কলরব...।

Politics

Right is drawing our attention to the pressing need,
Every modern state seeks to achieve certain purpose.
It is freedom and positive hindrance taking heed,
But at least equally in various ways doing trespass.
People's effective control over those who yield power,
Are the one whose supreme sovereignty cannot arise.
Concentration of power in a single center shall shower,
The order implies a right to obedience in disguise.

Enlightened self-interest however told men,
The generation of such a deadly great Leviathan.
Force and fraud were its cardinal virtues then,
Authorized all that the ruler does and run.
Competition and war in which everyone would be,
Virtues and vices, only rule, always should be.

Metamorphosis

The end of fantasies,
The shattering of dreams.
Nothingness and darkness,
Engulf my senses.

The end of the world,
The beginning of another.
The dark era has begun,
The devil has shown himself.

The beast inside has come alive,
To prey on unsuspecting souls.
The furnace is boiling,
The agony inside is searing.

Pain stings like icicles on a winter night,
Blood flows like hot magma.
I am numbed and cold to feelings,
And I watch as all bonds are ripped apart.

Adrenalin surges through my veins,
As my animal instincts take over.
I feel the need for blood and gore,
And goodliness seems a distant cliche.

I loathe what I am turning into,
But betrayed I find only one way.
The darker path to salvation,
The way to peace with myself.