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With no Caste nor Creed

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Well I just got off a call today After a long time I don't feel dismay I close my eyes, begin to pray And on this dusty prayer mat I prostrate With no Caste nor Creed Under the sighted moonlight In your ear hear this azaan In our religion there is no division No Caste nor Creed Well I don't know if I'm ready To be the Muslim I have to be I'll pray a kalma, I won't take no side We stand in awe, we've created life With no Caste nor Creed Under the sighted moonlight In your ear hear this azaan In our religion there is no division No Caste nor Creed If I had just one haayishaath Only one demand I hope they are not typical Pakistanis I hope they can comprehend That only non-believers create strife That in Islam there is no divide And they can live this life With no Caste nor Creed.
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Lahori Girls

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There was Sara, Rida, Tooba and Mehwish But there's only room for you in my world Yet you say that I change like South Punjab's weather How the hell did I get caught up? Flirtin' with these Lahori girls.
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The Safety of Idolatry

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  There's nothing left that I can say Nothing written can ever change It's easier to run away It's easier to curse than pray I can never be all that you want from me And I am broken, I will fail you constantly Shall I return to the worship of the Onliness of Thee? Or remain in the safety of idolatry? I wish to lay my doubts aside As faith has left me nowhere to hide You're the One for whom I wish to recite I'm the one my fellow Pakistanis despise I can never be all that you want from me And I am broken, I will fail you constantly Shall I return to the worship of the Onliness of Thee? Or remain in the safety of idolatry?
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New Sodom

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Sit back bare your taaweez at me No, I won't listen Astagfurullah, I have burned my hands On what's been missing I seem To blaspheme, whenever I consider the reality Hear my cries my friend Save me from these god-fearing men You sodomized me! In this House of Worship Don't sodomize me! Long before I could even pray You said I was a sinner Shoving it deep inside of me Oh, Maulana Sahib are you practicing what you're preaching? I seem To blaspheme, whenever I consider the reality Hear my cries my friend Save me from this New Sodom You sodomized me! In this House of Worship Don't sodomize me! You sodomized me! In this School of the Righteous Why did you sodomize me?! Can you see all the dicks behind me? Or do you choose not to see the reality? Can you see me bleeding internally? Can you see can you tell I'm fucked?!
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Pseudo-Religious

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  I can feel the tear drops Running down my cheeks, the words you said to crucify me You martyred me And I remember the words so hard, The day you betrayed me You martyred me How can I prophesize? When you are all so sacriligious How can I prophesize? When you are all so pseudo-religious Can you make the tears stop? And kill the memories, you used to antagonize me You martyred me Can you recall the words you used to betray me? You slaughtered me How can I prophesize? When you are all so sacriligious How can I prophesize? When you are all so pseudo-religious Oh, you say I can't see After blinding me Oh, you say I can't be After martyring me.
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Jaana, Jaana

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Jaana, Jaana Jaana, Jaana She reminds me of a Lollywood movie Growing up in DHA Lahore She's living the life of a Punjabi queen Jaana, Jaana She fell in love in Anarkali With a boy with an unknown name To the verses of Nisar Tabassum's poetry Curb the inflation, purge the system Robbers at every corner The boy's holding Jaana's heart for ransom After she burned his last love letter Jaana's living on rent in Bahria Her art degree's not paying enough The boy's off to work in Saudi Arabia Long-distance relationships never really work Jaana, Jaana She reminds me of a Lollywood movie Growing up in DHA Lahore She's living the life of a Punjabi queen Jaana, you know you're my sweetheart Every day I feel your presence And though we are miles apart Still feels like we're together in heaven Jaana, Jaana She fell in love in Anarkali With a boy with an unknown name To the verses of Nisar Tabassum's poetry.
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The Pakistani Race - Inspired by Three Days Grace's Song Human Race

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I don’t belong in this country Not in this land of hypocrisy Goodbye, goodbye It started with a division; a Partition A flawed two-nation theory And I became part of the race You know it’s hard sometimes Being Pakistani kind Trying to keep up with the pace I’m sick of belonging Tired of longing Sick of belonging to The Pakistani Race If you’re a Shia or a Sunni You’re questioned by nobody But if you’re a Hindu or an Ahmadi  Then you’re mistreated for being a minority I don’t belong here Not in this hypocritical state of affairs Goodbye, goodbye It started with a Jinnah and a Gandhi A three-nation eventuality And I became part of the race I don’t belong in this country Not in this land of hypocrisy Goodbye, goodbye. Best Live Performance of Human Race by Three Days Grace at Sessions X
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