i would like to believe that i'm breathing harder and i'd tasted good life every single day, be it hardship or happiness but somehow the other side of me keeps on telling me, "no syahfik, you're actually dying deep down inside."

and they could go on yelling, "its rotten, broken, dirty, filthy"

"hail, the most high, i post high
i used to swing low, now i let the crabs know
that my antimatter is shattering any ladder
that's crawling with snakes, make no mistakes, we no fakes, wake up"

of course not, of course i'm not confused. i'm not denying anthing, i'm not. nobody believes me when i tell them there is so much to hide. its a strange lunatic crazy fucking freaking world

for not having faith in time, me, you and us - i can't say anything else more but one word, disappointing.

subliminal pro, i've got to go. plus i couldn't be the pound on your chest

i don't believe in preaching, its bullshit. i wanted to say fuck off to you, but it would simply just mean that i'm telling you to get lost, rudely. no, that wasn't intention. my intention was that, you would simply go away without the two damn words.

as easy as that.




"oohhh got stuck. oohh fly paper
i don't care, i don't care ..."

Saturday, February 28, 2009