daddy's always right

i was only eighteen
when dad first sent me into another circle
this circle lead me a way
in to the peace of mind
where i think i belong

daddy's always right
man born to go bow down to the mighty
because woman is a domineer
and that creature of God
light up my first cigarette
but thanks to Him anyway
for making champagne does exist instead

see,
im safe in my delusional
and the disko dyed my broken
into the burst of rainbow lights
inside this blessing room
where the DJ asked to put our hands up
and forget the fucking pain

in another night
in my luxurious yet empty flat
i wish my dad was wrong
for you might not be coming back
but again
daddy's always right

So sleep son

beneath the dark
under the moonlight
our locomotive cross the green field
with this baby blue blanket
and you slept in my arms
im tansfering my warmth
i remember the time
you were still five
you said,
"daddy look at my muscle,
when i grow up i wanna be just like kungfu hustle,
cause i knew life is cruel
i dont want to hear you rustle"
oh son, what is it to be grown up
this 25 years i spent my life
is just a joke of and old broken casette
tangled and shrilled
ah the hell with where this train would go
as long as im with you i'll go
mama there always watching from above
everynight she kisses you a good dream
and wakes you by the heat of the morning sun
she grant me her death
so that you come to my world
and give me my lost conscience
so sleep son
my son
my pride
my brave
my wealth
my weakness
my soul
my son

(Semarang, 6 Maret 2015)

its okay

i saw that black of loneliness
in the brown of yours
and at the same time
the melodies of mellow hardcore
are also heard through the beats of that walking step
i dont exactly understand how hard it is
that maybe gravity and your sanity
are secretly compromizing
to take you down under the rain of anxiety
did you bought satisfaction with the money you earn?
oh jesus, you bailed out pain with the money you pay
you filled the mind of yours
every kind of artificial bliss
in every friday
smoke, girls, club
little true good guy
youre just completely drunk
so
let me drive you out of nowhere till 5 in the morning
and you can be yourself till the day of endless
ill lean you my shoulder
the time youre ready to stop pretending
its okay for everyone to get tired
its okay for everyone to be weak
its okay for everyone to feel ordinary
what are you worry about?
dont be scared
a mask that made of steel
really is incriminating
all you need is a warm blanket
with a waterproof mattress
where its free to cry
and safe to harbour
let your fear be burned
and when you built the faith
the dawn of our enchanting day star
will ready to kiss you its light
on the bright of your smile
its okay for everyone to finally realize
its okay for everyone to get back to be exactly the way they were

its okay for everyone to miss themselves