The Living Dead

Among fears,

One is for real

The soul stops breathing

The heart stops beating

Nothing left

To the living dead

I don't beg for an apology

I don't beg for a company

For I feel no guilty

I feel no beauty

Nothing left

To the living dead

Hangat Kemarau

Hujan Bulan April masih ganas
Purnama tak pernah tampak
Enggan ia menyapa
Saat bumi tertutup awan legam

Hujan Bulan April masih sendu
Purnama tak jua merayu
Enggan ia beromansa
Saat bumi terbelenggu gravitasi

Hujan Bulan April akan usai
Purnama kembali hadir
Enggan ia berpaling
Saat bumi terpeluk hangat kemarau

Powerless

I'm wearing tears
for it brings you calm

I'm holding pain
for it leads you into content

I hush all the joys the world could offer
for it turns into a blanket that protect you from harm

Let me be the one who endures bitter taste of being broken
for it helps you being normal

I'm powerless
when it comes to your happiness