Boy X Himself (live @ the tomoltous garbage can)

how i contemplate myself at a moment, spit it out in the most currency imaginable

i don't know anything about all the happy endings.
because there's should be me, standing in the hallway full of light, end it,
And never look back; never...

What if the world spins just like what you do with your head, spinning every neurons, just as geometrically as the world shattered the ground.
you do what you can do, you make the world turns and twist around like the world you want it to be.:

a man with honor, for me is the one who doesn't give up with him, and himself. An inner child.
the one who's always look up even there's nothing there above.
but still, keep their hands down no matter what urge of him, he rests his palm to the ground.
Challenging at those who stand Above him, the importance of all the existence.
Dispatch all the clouds into a sentimental human being, and just swallow the man as himself around, without smile, just a set of simple appealing smirk.:

The boy thinks he doesn't need money, this is not how he wants it to be, he got a briefcase, dark-black-leather briefcase deep on the bottom of the ground, waiting to be ransacked, sometimes its just s**t.

The boy thinks he doesn't need a set of skill, the boy is already perfect, but he always adored the flaws around him, harm makes him warm
he's in love with himself, jacked off for the sake of mesmerizing things,
pain is a slight gateway to immortality.

That boy's still searching for his inner true self, he wants it weak, just get grounded by society,
he loves the people who keeps getting kicked around him, hurts. passionately hurts

At the end, he thinks he's never perfect, not because he doesn't have it but he keep searching,
craving to be the lamest person ever
see everyone above him, and glad that they came