The thread of mess

We are in a thread of mess.
We are bind to the thread of mess
A thread binds us
Of mess
We believe
A days's the night's departure
Yellow's the red's fade

We are in a thread of mess.
We are bind to the thread of mess
And we come together
And we fight together
For the thread's as holy
as Nungjreng Pukhri
For the thread's as strong
as our wrong
And we believe
Light's the darkness' absence
Gun's the evolution's weapon

We are in a thread of mess.
We are bind to the thread of mess.
The scissor of our time
Out of grime
No preach for the error
No preach, yet apparent everywhere
Complaints of too much self-medication
Bargain life and filthy transaction.

We are in a thread of mess.
We are bind to the thread of mess
Bargain life yet lose it all over
The fine string of bloody melody
We dance
The drumbeats of divinity
See it in our folly
It is pain, the thread cuts.