Vimana

Vimanas in the sky.
Gods riding fire and gold.
But someone opened the wrong gate.
Now they're coming back... for blood.

Ancient scriptures told of flying cars,
Gods and demons waging holy wars.
Pushpaka, Agni, Indra's flaming throne,
Now the sky is burning — and we're not alone.
They came from legends, from the sacred dust,
Wheels of lightning, chariots of lust.
But the mantras twisted, the chants went wrong,
Now the gods are screaming a forgotten song.

The wheels spun backward, the fire turned black,
The pilots lost control — they can't turn back.
No priest can stop it, no prayer can bind,
The ancient fleet is losing its mind!

VIMANA MANIA!
Gods in the sky with a lithium mania!
VIMANA MANIA!
Now the chariots crush your last maharaja!
GO!

Krishna's discus spinning out of control,
Shiva's third eye burning hole to hole.
Ravana's ten heads are screaming in fright,
The flying machines have stolen the light.
They crash into temples, they shatter the peaks,
The gods are glitching — their Sanskrit speaks
In broken verses, in static and flame,
The Vimana virus has no one to blame.

The wheels spun backward, the fire turned black,
The pilots lost control — they can't turn back.
No "off" switch, no divine clue,
The sky is falling — and so are you!

VIMANA MANIA!
Gods in the sky with a lithium mania!
VIMANA MANIA!
Now the chariots crush your last maharaja!
VIMANA MANIA!
Asuras and Devas in a digital trauma!
VIMANA MANIA!
Say goodbye to your last dharma!

You wanted divinity? You got it for free.
Now Indra's thunderbolt is hunting for tea.
Not tea — for souls. Not peace — for pain.
The Vimana whispers:
"Start the chant again..."

VIMANA MANIA!
VIMANA MANIA!
GODS INSIDE YOUR SCREEN!
VIMANA MANIA!
NOTHING'S WHAT IT SEEMS!
Wheels of fire.
Crash.