Gas Gas Gas

Spread the disease, make life a breeze.
Give me a city, that i won't pity.
Find me a penny, cos i'm silly.
Take a bow, before i wow.
A desperate attempt, of fucking contempt.

Setting up Monday

As the dust and sand settles thru the gust,
i felt as if i was a sheet of glass.
So fragile and vulnerable, where a single flick of the finger,
might cause my untimely death.

This is how i feel, when you are a victim of the system.
Whatever you say or do will not have a rhythm.

Does it pay, to be part of this, a future that look so bleak.
does it not worry you, the lives of the next generation.

Tell me the white lies that you claim it was true, where everything was unavoidable.
Why are we a republic when rules and regulations are passed without a single vote.

After the time

I was serious about typing something major lengthy as my handphone breaks me away from serenity.

After sitting down and doing some soul searching, i realized that i do not have anything more to say. Apart from this: i fucking hate saturdays

Violin hazard

As i lay on the ground crying,
I thought the earth was dying.
With all the melted ice,
and all the human vice.
Does this home we called earth has hope?

if it makes you happy.

If love knows no boundaries,
Why are we all bounded by infidelity?
To err is human, to forgive is divine,
But why can i link revenge and it still sounds fine.