Rahman Henry - She, Who Herself is Democracy lyrics

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