The city towards its decay hurtling Potholes and foul air, jams, and disorder, is hurting The city towards its decay hurtling Potholes and foul air, jams, and disorder...

I am decaying Like religion Day by day Ethics of the body Turn monotonous I forget that Once I wa... I am decaying Like religion Day by day Ethics of the body Turn monotonous I fo...

How will you be remembered? When decades have gone by And a thousand unsynced footsteps Pas... How will you be remembered? When decades have gone by And a thousand unsyn...

And I know one day he will come and take me away... And I know one day he will come and take me away...

And I wonder as I look at it, on the verge of decay, What will people think of it, when it sees the... And I wonder as I look at it, on the verge of decay, What will people think of ...

In my study... There is a wooden table.. In my study... There is a wooden table..