Box of Sorrows
Ganesh Seshadri
He'll take you on a journey
Through the sewers of his childhood
All the crimes he has committed
And the bodies he has fitted
Into boxes full of sorrows
With massacred tomorrows
And yesterdays he's cheated
Oh, but love, love
Can never be defeated
His fingernails have blackened
Delving deeply in the spirits
Of the children he has tainted
With futures he has painted
On the insides of their senses
Of utopias in fences
These captivating visions
Oh, but love, love
Can never be imprisoned
Slide into the furnace
From a helter skelter ghetto
By the time you reach the bottom
Your face will be forgotten
Your flowers will be scattered
They never really mattered
Your garden will be barren
Oh, but love, love
Will spin you into heaven