They Are Watching

The world is watching us
As the past comes calling
All pros and cons of our days
When we leave them behind with our gods in the front
Laughing at us like comedians
Who do old thing everytime

The world is reading us
On the pages of the earth
The blank plain white paper
Folded like a scroll
When we live under the rules
Designed by some sets of people
And agreed to live as fools forever

The world is crying at its comfort zone
As we are counting our days
With a sword in our hearts
Maybe today or tomorrow they will sing adieu
To comfort us in the box.