I think I know that I've gone too long I forget the day and also the way I stand long for the time I think I know the place that I have to know more Maybe I get lost Maybe I know I get lost But I am still thinking I know that I've gone too long And trying to come back Do you mind if I come back? Do you still accept me back? In your heart, in everything I've done before
Indonesia, 17th April 2021 Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
Saving for nothing the lazy will say. I take no money I make no pay. Nerves are shot hair is gray. Not living for tomorrow just for today. We're breaking her back she's down on her knees. They make the plague and invent the disease as they steal from the poor and make em' say please. The weather forecast says we're in for a naked storm. Build up the bombs that burst from the core. So we can pile up the bodies on a course for the morgue. Fire on the warpath so the corpses are warm. Call it their duty so they believe that they're needed policing the masses until their lives are depleted. Sitting at the lip on the edge of the cliff believing the lies, losing your grip. fingers are ****** as you're feeling em' slip. Sliding down fast with your fleeting regret. They're breaking her back she's begging them please. Feed her some plague and make her believe. Build a device to maker concede propagate War set the beast free. Batten down the hatches prepare for the storm. Send a barrage of bullets on a course for the norm. Settle for nothing and you'll never have more. coddle your loved ones to make them feel warm.
the reactions we've had to this year's differences are a predicament they will have an effect for year's to come friendships lost because of opinions opinions established by the social dependencies we retain the dumbing down of real news as we come to the end, be one to pause and reflect look back and determine where you fit in, in this spectacle