Freedom - third world's truth

Searching for me in your tailor made society;
The bizarre customs of your perfect world
Trying to suppress the volcano within
Arresting the soul in cruet the satanic way..

Your laws and dogma of faith 
Converting a thinker to mere follower.
Trying to sell me hard in the market 
Using the scale the authority made..

Beware, the madness you find within me
Are not just midnight dreams, 
They are the storms within me
They scream that I have no values here..

The storms are lighting the fire of desires
The desire to know the truth and to set free.
They will not allow me to be like water
Gently adjusting inside the cruet..

​​​​​​Oh you the great authority, the Baadshah
You declared the art of silence to be greatness
you potrayed questioning as path to hell
Either by natural or man-made death..

But remember the storm is lighting the fire
The water is no more gentle here
​​Sea is forming within your cruet
for how long the walls will hold it here?