Lyrics: Vinod Dass/Muhammad IbnuNordin
Music: Vinod Dass/Muhammad IbnuNordin
I'm going, I'm gone I'm gone I'm gone
what's the point having these wings if I don't fly
Unsure, I'm torn I'm on the fence
to my defense
nothing makes sense
to me anymore
I could make it feel ok
I'm in control of myself im in good shape
with no problems whatsoever
that's a lie
I'm not in the head space to deal with the usual unusuals
but then again I never am
but still I try
still I fly from fence to fence
no point in dropping in on either side
because none do make sense
coz how do you make friends
when everyone is cordoned off to their corners
diplomas climbing like zombies getting blocked off by these honors
diplomacy is their weapon but decency is no option when you lack
privileges they have been having for ages
the playing field never level hit that emboss with the bevel
make it pretty and mask it up wax it off
clean it from the roots
keep telling yourself that you're the force of good
but how can you be when you've never known the life the evil
how can you be when you don't even see your acts are lethal
get off your high horse, consider people for a little
all things considered I'm just trying to be considerate
consider it a warning shot from but a rubber bullet
should still hurt but only to your ears
take the time to recover and change til then I'll disappear
til then I'm going
I'm going, I'm gone I'm gone I'm gone
what's the point having these wings if I don't fly
Unsure, I'm torn I'm on the fence
to my defense
nothing makes sense
to me anymore