I know all the funeral practices and burial customs
Of my people, in respect of religions and ethnic groups
Hundreds of thousand years pa**ed
And I had to go through uncountable funerals and burial
Those days of joy and grief
Never thrown me in a fix
But now, at a loss I am
With these corpse of ethic, legitimacy and human rights
What to do?
How could I burn my greed
To turn your DEMOCRACY into DEMOCRAZY?
Which strategy could fulfill my lust for grasping all the powers?
O thou royal magician, come and free me
From this serpentine self-trap
Let me finish the ma**-burial of negligible public opinion
Throughout my land
And adorn me crown forever as none but myself is democracy