[male vocals] A
minute
agony
He
walks
on
the
street
blabbling,
walking,
talking
to
himself.
He
sleeps
under
the
rain
shivering,
he
walks
under
sun
blabbling,
no
one
cares
about
him.
People
called
Madman,
children
throw
stones
at
him,
people
treat
him
with
scorn
and
disdain.
They
called
him
Crazy!
He
died,
the
same
government
took
his
hapless
body
like
a
trophy,
cleaned
him
up,
bathed
him
and
his
family
and
friends
cried
like
a
crocodile.
Everyone
suddenly
realised
he
has
blood
in
his
veins.
They
wished
they
had
helped
him.
He
has
no
home,
except
the
lonely
and
deserted
street
at
midnight,
he
has
no
friends
except
but
himself
whose
he
blabs
with.
None
of
his
friends
looks
for
him,
nobody
cares
about
his
welfare,
no
thought
him
comes
across
any
discussion .
This
man
had
families,
he
had
siblings,
cousins
and
friends.
But
now
he's
on
his
own
blabbing
and
trekking
to
nowhere.
This
man
had
dreams,
he
had
vissions
about
tommorow,
he
had
mission
to
accomplish
and
lover
to
cherish
but
all
was
taking
from
him
by
mental
health.
Passer-bye
spoke
ill
about
him,
they
said
he
had
spiritual
problem,
they
said
his
evil
acts
backfired,
they
said
he
deserved
to
be
mad.
This
is
a
man
they
never
knew
from
Adam.
Some
even
said,
he
became
mad
due
to
hard
drug
abuse.
He
died,
the
same
government
took
his
hapless
body
like
a
trophy,
cleaned
him
up,
bathed
him
and
his
family
and
friends
cried
like
a
crocodile.
Everyone
suddenly
realised
he
has
blood
in
his
veins.
They
wished
they
had
helped
him.
Nobody
knew
his
story,
nobody
knew
his
pains,
nobody
listen
to
him,
nobody
cared
about
him.
Nobody
wants
to
help,
nobody
speaks
good
about
him,
everybody
chased
him
away
and
he
wonders
away.
He
feeds
from
trash
dumps,
he
picks
and
eats
from
the
grounds
and
blabs
along
the
busy
street
and
it's
nobody's
business.
Life
moves
on
like
nobody's
business.
Government
failed
him,
the
society
disappointed
him,
family
and
friends
pretend
as
if
nothing
happened.
He
cried
for
help,
he
blabs
his
pains,
he
walks
around
hoping
he
find
help
and
solace.
He
died,
the
same
government
took
his
hapless
body
like
a
trophy,
cleaned
him
up,
bathed
him
and
his
family
and
friends
cried
like
a
crocodile.
Everyone
suddenly
realised
he
has
blood
in
his
veins.
They
wished
they
had
helped
him.
On
that
fateful
he
was
hit
by
a
car,
and
he
died
on
the
spot.
The
government
suddenly
cared,
they
society
suddenly
realised
he
was
a
human
being,
family
and
friends
suddenly
realised
he
is
a
brother,
blood
and
a
friend.
He
died,
the
same
government
took
his
hapless
body
like
a
trophy,
cleaned
him
up,
bathed
him
and
his
family
and
friends
cried
like
a
crocodile.
Everyone
suddenly
realised
he
has
blood
in
his
veins.
They
wished
they
had
helped
him.
A
minute
of
sanity
at
midnight,
he
cried
to
heavens
for
healing
and
restoration,
he
thinks
of
the
past,
he
wished
he
could
turn
and
twist
hand
of
time
and
sanity.
But,
the
other
minute
was
snatched
away
by
chains
and
burden
of
madness.
He
kept
blabbing
and
murmuring.
Everyman
insane
person
is
only
sick
mentally
and
needs
helps
from
everyone.
He
died,
the
same
government
took
his
hapless
body
like
a
trophy,
cleaned
him
up,
bathed
him
and
his
family
and
friends
cried
like
a
crocodile.
Everyone
suddenly
realised
he
has
blood
in
his
veins.
They
wished
they
had
helped
him.
Dont
rape
her,
dont
stone
him,
dont
judge
him,
dont
condemn
her,
dont
chase
her
away
when
she
begs
for
food,
dont
beat
them,
dont
abuse
them,
dont
curse
them.
Help
them,
thats
all
they
need,
take
them
to
psychiatric
hospitals.
Life
is
only
unfair
to
their
health,
it
drives
them
nut
and
crazy,
it
rained
madness
on
them,
uncared
for
them.
One
minute
isnt
enough
for
them.
Life
is
tough
on
them
and
the
society
makes
it
rough
for
them.
A
minute
of
sanity
at
the
midnight
he
cried
and
begged
heavens
for
healings
and
restoration.
He
finds
himself
at
the
middle
of
nowhere
and
strange
places.
The
other
minute,
all
was
snatched
from
him.
He
died,
the
same
government
took
his
hapless
body
like
a
trophy,
cleaned
him
up,
bathed
him
and
his
family
and
friends
cried
like
a
crocodile.
Everyone
suddenly
realised
he
has
blood
in
his
veins.
They
wished
they
had
helped
him.
He
sees
shadows
and
shades
no
one
else
sees,
he
blabs
all
along,
looking
dirty
and
unkempt,
sick
and
waste
away
on
the
streets,
while
children
laugh
loudly
in
mockery
and
everyone
looked
and
moved
on