apna bas ek asul hai
sare jaha ko kabul hai
apna bas ek asul hai
sare jaha ko kabul hai
jaan jaye to jaan jaye
par mera maal na jaye
maal jaye to kisi
na kisi ki jaan jaye
koi rahmat mange koi mohlat mange
koi rahmat mange koi mohlat mange
apna to ek hi jawab hai yaar
tej dhar tej dhar tej dhar
bas tej dhar

bol kaha chupega bol kaha chupega
bol kaha chupega bol kaha chupega
aisi koi jagah nahi jaha bachega
bol kaha chupega bol kaha chupega

paiso ki kya hai kimat
kimat to bas jaan ki hai
mere paiso ki kimat bas jaan hi hai
sina jori chori ya haram khori
apna to ek hi jawab hai yar
tej dhar tej dhar tej dhar
bas tej dhar
tej dhar tej dhar tej dhar

baar baar tej dhar tej dhar
bol kaha chupega bol kaha chupega
bol kaha chupega bol kaha chupega
aisi koi jagah nahi jaha bachega
bol kaha chupega bol kaha chupega

main bolun aaj tu bole kal to bas tej dhar
jindagi aur maut ke bich bas ek paari aur ye tej tej dhar
sina jori chori ya haram khori
apna to ek hi jawab hai yar
tej dhar tej dhar tej dhar
tej dhar
tej dhar tej tej tej dhar

Our creed, a single, steadfast truth:
Acceptance for the world, in all its youth.
Our creed, a single, binding tie:
Acceptance for the world, beneath the sky.
Though life itself may ebb and fade,
My possessions, they shall not be swayed.
If fortune falls, and riches flee,
Then lives, for sure, will set us free.

Some plead for grace, some beg for time,
Some plead for grace, in their sad climb.
But our response, a whispered plea,
A razor's edge, eternally.
A piercing edge, a sharpened fate.

Where will you hide, where will you flee?
Where will you hide, for all to see?
No hidden place, no shadowed lair,
Where you can hide, beyond compare.
Where will you hide, where will you flee?

What worth has gold, what value holds?
The price of life, the story told.
The worth of wealth, my soul's decree,
Is found in life, wild and free.
Through greed and theft, and paths of shame,
Our answer rings, the same, the same.
A piercing edge, a sharpened fate.
A piercing edge, a sharpened state.

Again and again, the sharpened blade,
Where will you hide, your life unmade?
Where will you hide, for all to see?
No hidden place, eternally.
Where will you hide, where will you flee?

I speak today, you speak tomorrow, then the razor's bite,
Between life and death, one turn, the edge of light.
Through greed and theft, and paths of shame,
Our answer rings, the same, the same.
A piercing edge, a sharpened fate.
A piercing edge, a sharpened state.
A piercing, sharp, relentless fate.