Lyrics
Oh God I feel I have lost my flock
Expressing a sense of spiritual or communal loss.
We are scattered and without reason
Describing a state of disarray without clear purpose or direction.
There is no strength in our stock
Highlighting the lack of resilience or power within the group.
The wolves pick up on our weak scent
Metaphorically referring to external threats or challenges.
Trapped by a system that heralds discrimination
Conveying a feeling of being trapped within a discriminatory system.
Underneath an unclean sun your caste will be revealed
Describing a situation where one's social status becomes evident.
Wallow in servility your branded the Musahar
Emphasizing subservience and societal labeling (Musahar).
Toiling while the hours pass so slowly like drifting dust
Depicting laborious toil and the slow passage of time.
Held by laws obscene by all is our unfortunate gift to the world
Expressing a sense of victimhood due to unjust laws.
Victims of a religion that blackens me as my neighbors' slave
Addressing the impact of religious discrimination.
Bodies filled with poverty burns slow above the fire
Describing the physical toll of poverty.
Violence from the provocation of shadows touching higher castes
Pointing to violence resulting from societal hierarchy.
Oh God I feel I have lost my flock
Reiterating the feeling of losing a community or support.
We are scattered and without reason
Continuing the description of a scattered and purposeless state.
There is no strength in our stock
Reiterating the lack of strength or cohesion within the group.
The wolves pick up on our scent
Re-emphasizing vulnerability to external threats.
Inside on hallowed sins I pray
Describing a prayer for deliverance from sinful surroundings.
To save me from this world that wants to commit suicide
Expressing a desire to escape from a seemingly doomed world.
Inside on hallowed sins I pray
Repeating the plea for salvation from a troubled world.
To save me from this world that wants to commit suicide
Reiterating the urgency of being saved from a troubled world.
Oh God I feel I have lost my flock
Recalling the sense of losing a communal or spiritual connection.
We are scattered and without reason
Reiterating the disarray and lack of purpose within the group.
There is no strength in our stock
Re-emphasizing the group's weakness and scattered state.
The wolves pick up on our weak scent
Repeating the vulnerability to external threats.
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