some knots have to let go

The long shadow in Singapore

Finally she can breathe easy

The shadow of her founder

Developed the tiny dot into a giant

Now that he was gone

Leaving behind the memories

The rules of his political games

Many will remember

Friends and foes

They have their shares

No doubt Singapore stands out

Nobody can deny that fact

Will the next generations have backbones?

Bending their ways of how to manage?

The long shadow of modern Singapore

He had gone never he would return

The next generations in Singapore

The old route shouldn't be taken again

The scenes are different today

Some knots have to let go

you are the best

You are the best

The day I saw you

I never wanted to forget

Rain or shine you will

You are the best

Everything you do

You don't worry

You know you have to

You are the best

When sickness falls

You stay awake and listen

Carrying it on with caring

You are the best

I know I never get less

You will make it through

For me all the years

if you don't know

If you don't know

It is best to stay silence

Collect your information

Learn it in another way

But there are people

They don't stay quiet

They always think they have

All the answers

What come out

It is just rubbish

It never makes the day

It makes them look foolish

Sometimes staying silence

Perception of unpreparedness

But sometimes it is for the last run

When everyone has said his piece

the helicopter crashed

The helicopter crashed

6 people died on the spot

The Captain and his passengers

All perished when it exploded in mid-air

They were flying back from Pekan

Attended the pm's daughter wedding

Among the crashed victims was JJ

We heard about him groping a woman's butt

A police report was made

The press got the wind of it

We heard the woman withdrew

But the police report stayed

The police said it would be investigated

It was just the news nothing came out of it

The perception in the public minds

Money seemed to change hands

Jamaluddin Jarjis

The advisor to prime minister

Now he returned to the Maker

In body parts a sad way to go

This is karma

We never know our fate

So always stay the correct way

Paradise will come naturally

we have our choice in life

Death makes no appointment

The dark angel will strike at any moment

One minute a person is smiling

The next moment he is dead!

Some will say it is karma

The appointed time has arrived

Nobody can escape the route

It is just a one way street

Once you enter it

As everyone will

You have to stay alert

The pitfall of many holes

Along the way

Don't forget to perform good deeds

It may help you to cover the potholes

In the darkness fall nobody will hear you scream

Don't ever think to acquire illegal wealth

You may think you will enjoy the luxurious life

The bad karma will come into the circle

The dark angel will wait for your fall

When we have our lives

Try to do all the good in life

No wealth will go with you

The place you are going

It is the good deeds

It will stand tall in time of need

To hell or paradise

We have our choice in life

the knots must be free

Don't hang Sirul yet

He still plays his cat and mouse game

He wants to live so his family hopes

But don't try your luck too far out

The All Souls Day tomorrow

The lost souls will not rest in peace

Lives will be paid for the crimes committed

Sirul should say his piece

Who ordered the hit?

Don't take the blame

You are in Ozzie land

You better stay put there

But the price is this

You have to tell your story

You can't go keep us guessing

Release your burden and be free

Don't let the murderers walk free

Help us close the chapter for the nation

Your life means nothing to these people

You have been used, done and sentenced

Atlantuya will not rest in peace

Over 8 years we still hear her cries

The knots must be free

The souls of the departed

love comes and goes

Love comes and goes

Don't we all know?

Once we have it

We feel the world

We don't care what others say

In our eyes love is right

What's there to get it wrong?

It is such a beautiful song

We think others are jealous

We think they can't stand our sight

We will do without thinking

We want the world to see

But love comes and goes

Today or tomorrow or yesterday

We will turn back the pages

“How can we be that stupid?!”

the master and his pupil

The clash of wills

Once a leader before

One under his guidance

Now the clashes of methods

The grey cells are active

The former leader never retreats

He will say his piece

Right or wrong he still says it

The present leader

He doesn't take criticisms

He can't take the opposite view

He just maintains his elegant silence

The baggage he carries

It is too heavy f*or him to drag

Yet he still thinks he can manage

The unsettling cases he can't explain

The promises he doesn't keep

The PR exercises to gain cheap publicity

On the ground he hardly notices

The placard he shows just unbelievable

The current leader just loses ground

With the major missteps he has fallen

By right he should be sacked

For bringing a bad name to the nation

The days ahead we will see

The clash of wills

The master and his former pupil

Let's us watch the drama

the souls of departed

The slow drumbeats

In the silence of a time

The sound of its calling

Somebody must wake up

Find the truth of a crime

It doesn't have to hide

The tragedy came and gone

The persons involved walking free

The souls of the departed

They can't stay quiet forever

The slow drumbeats

In the silence of a time

The questions will keep flowing

There will be no answer to deflect it

The misty flow of the night

The taking of souls one day will knock the doors

Somebody must wake up

The truth will clear the sky of darkness

The souls of the departed

They demand the crimes to be paid

the houses give way

We spend our life saving

On our homes we purchase

Thinking that will be long term investment

When our lives are spent

The pride in our eyes

When we finally make the cut

The new homes to live by

No more paying rent

We never think of the future

Of the ground which may give way

The housing developer never says

So will the approving authorities

We believe we will stay

The homes will remain on in our lives

But nightmares do happen

The ground gives way

Now the pieces of our lives

It will start all over again

Some can't get on with it

They spent it all...

What now for these people?

Who will bear the liability?

A long term investment turns bad

The house owners can't sleep well

why don't you stay?

Why don't you stay?

You say you would but you changed

Walking away from me

In the middle of the night

You don't look back to me

You walk with steady grace

I only stand there I never run to you

Pride tells me to stay

I hear you make a phone call

You don't even look back to me

Standing by the lamp post under the light

A few minutes later I see a black BMW drives by

You get in

You never wave to me

This is the last I saw of you

In a black BMW

The next day I see

The page in newspaper

A pretty woman died in an accident

The driver of black BMW escaped unhurt

Why don't you stay?

You say you would but you changed

This is the last I saw of you

In a black BMW

the sound of searching souls

The heavy loads

Dragging along the corridor

The sound echoes through

The spirits of the lost souls

There is no word

The wind chimes its way

Searching for a truth

Of why there is no straight line

The cross line of pink

The directions down the pit

Of a time of darkness fall

The sound of searching souls

The bad deeds fall

The long dark shadow on the corridor

Waiting for the opportunity

Where bad people will be caged

As one stands in silence

Holding the moment to listen

The wind will be whirring along

The sound of searching souls

the dark shadow

The dark shadow

Time to show his face

He can't hide in solitary paradise

He knows he has to play his game

The little devils making him sick

They can't even reply to a simple question

“Who stole my cheese?”

For years he walks around

Now the sewers cleaning up

They will not let everything get away

Every bit will be tagged and in plastics

It doesn't matter in years

The dark shadow

On the surface to watch

The little devils will pay

He is coming to collect

On the corridor of power

He finds barriers putting up

With hound dogs on patrol

With CCTV cameras for security

“But I am the dark shadow

I will come and go as I like

Nothing can stop me

If you do wrong, you are in my bag”

the haze still smile

The haze still smile

It doesn't make any difference

Of how many promises and tea breaks

The nation will choke with it

The chronic patients will suffer

There is no way to buffer it

The breathing of oxygen flows along

The clinics will reap in profits

The impurities in the air

It circulates all around us

We don't need the ashes of burning

Painting the sky in misty cry

The open burning

Across the sea

Floating back to us

The haze still smile

don't let pota comes alive

Don't let Pota comes alive

This law isn't for the nation

It isn't used for the terrorists or militants

It will be used against the opposition and critics

It gives police absolute power

Even a judge has no say in this law

Is this what Bee Anne wanted?

To dig in and stay forever?

Anyone who is a suspect

The police just can haul him in

Without trial for long period of time

Even lawyer can't be present

Pota is against the Universal Declaration of Human Rights

This piece of law mustn't see the light of day

Amno baru wants to stay on in power

Afraid they will relinquish it all in GE14

Pota in all intent and purposes

It is the ISA breathing into life

The members of Parliament

You have a responsibility to throw it out

Bee Anne members of Parliament

Don't forget the voters rights entrusted in you

You have the moral rights to defend for the people

Don't let Pota come to destroy the fabric of our society!

There are enough laws and Penal Code

To detain anyone involved in terrorism

The police must do their grounds and homework

There shouldn't have short-cut to do policing

you can't hide

You can't hide

Everything you have

By the illegal means

Creating your wealth

On the front you behave

The proper way of your income worth

You don't want to show how you make it

Until one day you resign

You leave it without regrets

You don't have the reasons to

You have enough wealth to last a life time

As you pack your bags and leave the office

You return to the urban town

Forgetting about the life in the city

There you knew you had made

Now in the semi-quiet town you stay

Nobody knows what you did

Only God who knows everything

You make an effort to be God fearing

Living in His ways but the past will linger

there are lonely people

There are lonely people

Everywhere we will hear

Some by default some by choice

But many are shy hiding away from society

The aggressive behaviour

The abusive languages

The eat as much as they can

Living no leftover for others

So we see there are lonely people

Walking on the beach, sitting in the park

Looking at lovers or counting the birds

The laughter of children in the open ground

There are lonely people

Seeing the world of their times

Passing away each day each night

Switch off the lights dreams of paradise

There are lonely people

Everywhere we will hear

They hide themselves away

They dare not touch unfamiliar souls

we have to change ourselves

When a wrong is done

It goes back to the teachers or parents

It goes back to the religious teachers

It goes back to the upbringing or friends

Do we as a God abiding followers eager for pain?

Do we allow a period of rehabilitation to make it right?

Sometimes we hear the religious clerics battle cry

They want to inflict pain and sorrow to keep in power

We see in Taliban group

We read Isis creation of fear

It is to dominate the people

By doing the extreme tortures and killings

The power is one of the roots of evil

Once it rears its head many will suffer in fear

For the demons have taken control

Inflicting pain is the hallmark to gain power

We can't allow these groups to settle in

These leaders will not bring peace and harmony

It is one race track to populate the world

They know they can't do it; God never sanctions it

When a wrong is done

We shouldn't blame others for it

It is ourselves who never stop the flow

We allow it to flourish now we see the trend

We have to change ourselves

We have to change our thinking

We are living in the borderless world

But some want to take us back to the old

don't tell me more lies

Don't tell me more lies

I have enough of it already

For once get off the high horse

Walk the ground feel the beats

Don't tell me more lies

We aren't one race but many

Think like a nation of many races

Do the right way don't play the racial game

We have heard of promises

It never comes to pass

We get hauled up for saying it

We aren't the fools in the scheme

So don't tell me more lies

I know how it is spinning around

We have to change the forty thieves

Open the cave share the wealth

the stairway to paradise

The stairway to paradise

Most of us can only dream

With our stretching resources

We can't think of tomorrow

The rich and elites can

They don't have the burden

How can they not have it?

They have drivers and bodyguards

They have own jet planes

They have connections

They have friends in high places

They see paradise everyday

The folks like us

We are struggling to find ways

Don't even dare to dream to paradise

We will work until the day we die

The stairway to paradise

The rich and elites can fly

The ordinary struggling folks

Finding it hard to stretch finances

hey money tree!

Hey money tree!

What's on your head?

A new hat today?

A new bag as well?

“It's the day

Where monies fall

I am going to collect it

A new bag a new tax

You don't have to show faces

I know you have nothing much to give

The pocket full of holes but I don't care

It's the monies I am going to collect”

Hey money tree!

Where will it all go?

Not new toys to play!

“What you care?”

Hey money tree!

Know what you spend

There is an axe by the corner

It can fly to your head!

the jokes fall on the consumers

Now the forty thieves

The whale of time

The ringing tune

Even sleeping giant awakes

April's Fool Day

It isn't today

It is the collecting monies

The ringing on the till

The sound of monies

The groans of the people

The joke falls on the consumers

This isn't an April's Fool Day

The forty round containers

The precious monies rolling in

The sound of ringing tunes

April's Fool Day it isn't today

the fake police officers

The fake police officers

They came to arrest

An Indian youth was taken away

In Klang yesterday

The parents and relatives called

The Shah Alam police station

There was no truth of any arrest

The next day the Indian youth found dead

In Port Klang his body was found

He was beheaded at night

What was the motive behind his death?

The police will start investigation

The fake police officers

How can the police recognize them?

It has happened quite frequent

Even ID can be forged

Maybe the public can call

The station where the faked officers claim

If it is untrue, what can the public do?

Ask them to wait for the real police officers?