Hidden from the eyes of onlookers,agendas are made..
To hide dark secrets..
In the name of family,in the name of friends..
Yet the moment it comes to light,all become good..
Ohh we are artists,we need to drink..
Ohh our schedules are busy,we need some narcotics to keep us awake..
Ohh we pull rikshaw,we need energy to pull it,so we drink..
Ohh we are youths,so the clothes of women,girls we should pull,
Ohh we are women,so we should just not care,where the whole damn society goes..
Ohh we are mothers,we should not look where our children are,in the name of freedom..
Or kick them out to make them independent..
Every heart hides a dark agenda..
When it comes to light,these hearts just point at each other,
Seek someone else to laugh at,or they even get drunk on pain..
To enjoy this dark agenda..
