Watch the Cat - Bahramji & Maneesh De Moor

We're not gonna let the world burn Maintain your sanity, remove the vanity Eating away at your innocence 'Cause the world wants violence Yeah, the world wants violence You just wanna see us torn apart Spreading your lies like it's nothing You just wanna hurt Do you really think we've forgotten? Your false stories hang over my head We can't coexist Portray the lies for us all to see Damage our minds from the big screen Tune in to see life through their glass eye It can't be that much harder to think for yourself Why am I so torn? In a world of doubt There must be something more to give More than fears More than lies I'm filling with doubt So switch off from hate You just wanna see us torn apart Spreading your lies like it's nothing You just wanna hurt Do you really think we've forgotten? Your false stories hang over my head We can't coexist There's no truth I'll never believe a word you say We're not gonna let the world burn So watch it fucking burn I'll watch you burn in hell 'Cause the world wants violence Yeah, the world wants violence You just wanna see us torn apart Spreading your lies like it's nothing You just wanna hurt Do you really think we've forgotten? Your false stories hang over my head We can't coexist

Running far away out of your eyes In the dark I heard your words I thought I'd never survived In a glare I heard your voice I heard you calling Like a million people died so deep in the night Oh they are silent Oh they are movement Oh they are calling Oh they are silent Running far away out of your eyes In a bed without the sweat of your slaughtered life Like a painted bird that falls into my hands As it died it writhed so cold and faded away

Shine, shine, the light of good works shine The watch before the city gates, depicted in their prime The golden light all grimy now 300 years have passed The worthy Captain and his squad of troopers standing fast The artist knew their faces well The husbands of his lady friends His creditors and councillors In armour bright, the merchant men Official moments of the guild In poses keen from bygone days City fathers frozen there Upon the canvas dark with age The smell of paint, a flask of wine And turn those faces all to me The blunderbuss and halberd-shaft The Dutch respectability They make their entrance one by one Defenders of that way of life The redbrick home, the bourgeoisie Guitar lessons for the wife So many years we suffered here Our country racked with Spanish wars Now comes a chance to find ourselves Quiet reigns behind our doors Think about posterity again So the pride of little men The burghers good and true Still living through the painter's hand Request you all to understand

Didam sanami sarv ghadi rooy cho mahi Afkande be rokhsar cho mah zolfe siyahi Beshinam sare rahi be omide negahi Beshinam sare rahi be omide negahi Khodaya to gavahi Zahi eshgho zahi eshgh ke ma rast khodaya Che naghz asto che khoobasto che zibast khodaya Che garmim che garmim az in eshgh cho khorshid Che penhano che penhano che peydast khodaya