Drunk

Dirty and empty, I found my self
Talking alone without partner
Tears drop never realize
Big laugh can’t be stopped

Stand up but walking I couldn’t
Drop on the floor and no one lend a hand
Music on my ear
Ask me to dance although no feet stick me on the floor
Reach your hand, empty I found
Imagine your face, Brad Pitt stumbled on

Wake up in the morning
Headache coming
On this bed, remember nothing
And never imagine who bed now I’m lying

(iERn)

Evil

I see field, drying no water…
Small corns come out from the small earth’s hole
Yellow and die
I see a farmer…
Big hat and dirty clothe
Dry face with small nose

I see a kid, with dirty face crying
Said hungry without listening her papa whispering
No rice, no corn, no food
To make an empty stomach filled
To stop little children’s crying…
And I did nothing, busy with my own thing
Feel happy with my own money collecting
But still…I gave him small of money
Not because I did sympathy
But because I’ll receive three times more
And add it to my own kingdom
That’s me…I’m an evil

(IeRn)

Shit Feeling

I feel like shit
Everything turned to me
Everything failed on me
Make a thing, I’m wrong
Learn a thing and nothing
All are damn
When shit and failed combine
Only down feeling left
Because everybody can’t understand
Even for me can’t control my own body

(IeRn)