kaanto se chhedte hai
mere jigar ke chale
mere jigar ke chale
mere jigar ke chale
kaanto se chhedte hai
mere jigar ke chale
mere jigar ke chale

nirdhan se khelte hai
unche makan wale
nirdhan se khelte hai
unche makan wale

dunia to ja rahi hai
apni barat lekar
dunia to ja rahi hai
apni barat lekar
koi kuchal gaya hai
ye kaun dekhe bhale
koi kuchal gaya hai
ye kaun dekhe bhale
kaanto se chhedte hai
mere jigar ke chale

shayad ke bekasho ka
bhagwan bhi nahi hai
shayad ke bekasho ka
bhagwan bhi nahi hai
majbur hum hai jiska
jee chahe wo satale
majbur hum hai jiska
jee chahe wo satale
kaanto se chhedte hai
mere jigar ke chale

Thorns, they prod and pierce,
at the blisters on my soul,
the blisters on my soul,
the blisters on my soul.
Thorns, they prod and pierce,
at the blisters on my soul,
the blisters on my soul.

The opulent ones, they toy,
with the impoverished heart.
The opulent ones, they toy,
with the impoverished heart.

The world it marches on,
a wedding procession grand,
the world it marches on,
a wedding procession grand.
Who will see, who will care,
for the trampled, the broken?
Who will see, who will care,
for the trampled, the broken?
Thorns, they prod and pierce,
at the blisters on my soul.

Perhaps for the forsaken,
even God is absent.
Perhaps for the forsaken,
even God is absent.
We are the bound, whose tormentor,
can inflict their will.
We are the bound, whose tormentor,
can inflict their will.
Thorns, they prod and pierce,
at the blisters on my soul.