They say i was supposed to be the chosen one
They say i was supposed to bring balance to the galaxy
Try to bring balance to the galaxy
but nobody seems to understand me
So here I go
Lonely at the top is not a figment
The road in the political circuit my mention tab is broken
Flush wipol, make them wet their pants,
see the reality strewn under the toll road
Arguments are empty like barrels.
The loud sound fills the carriages like shells
fired repeatedly at the howling people.
The arrogant one with the leadership stick
shows which one will be burned until burnt.
The heart is empty. Can't hear the people's howling cries.
The fate of being ping pong,
dogs barking children hanging out because there's no one to help.
Ucok Homicide doesn't understand my steps
But what does a frog know inside its shell?
Is Pitung a thief or a hero?
The bridge has no end, when will you be united if you continue to fight?
Alone Stepping, moving alone
Alone walking, the truth is revealed
Alone taking a step, one against many
One doubles, close together at a distance
Alone Stepping, alone moving
Alone taking a step, the truth is revealed
Alone taking a step, one against many
One multiple double, close at once
Uncharted Waters.
To boldly go where no one has gone before, we explorers.
What's the point of shouting in the room,
sharing the truth alone like a mirror.< br/>You don't need courage to shout loudly in front of a crowd.
Rhetoric scatters in front of your friends.
Calculate the amount of change you create.
What you say creates only a reflection,
you will never listen to any answer.
I have no hatred for shaking hands to seek understanding,
have no fear of meeting eyes with those who are opposite.
Are you aware, friends, that the consequence of unity is not being hostile,
a need for understanding and obtained from opening a chat.
So alone I walk across the bridge now.
Alone Step, alone move
Alone step, the truth is revealed
Alone step, one against many
One doubles, close together
Alone Steps, alone moves
Alone steps, the truth is revealed
Alone steps, one against many
One doubles, close together
Disappointed tone asks why. Contestation of logic.
Expletive meta fans try to tease out their feelings of guilt.
They think I'm like other artists, a living idol from puja puja.
HAHAHAHAHA don't beat me flat.
My fans don't have.
So don't try to pretend and admit that your heart is broken.
The audience of my work are not children but adults
A close relationship like brothers, you can put a price on different choices.
So go away, don't need to report anything.
Fans are demanding and friends are understanding
I don't need someone to kick my ass when I'm standing.
I don't care, I won't give you my little finger
I give you the middle finger at you with a smile.

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