Is your heart vacant?
Is it occupied?
Is it nonchalant?
Or is it tongue-tied?

Is your heart vacant?
Is your heart vacant?
Is your heart vacant?
Is your heart vacant?

You have stolen mine
And I come undone

I swear on my father
And my brother and holy spirit
That nothing is ever holy
So long as we’re there to invent it

The popes are drunk on water
Tech guys typing on their knees
Only half a scientist agree
Our savior is the tree

Where did all the women go
Back when they weren’t married?
And what did they have to say
To the children they didn’t carry?

I’m not my mother
You sure aren’t my daughter
But my friends and I both know
That we’re stuck with the splinter

I'm bad at performing
I'm bad at performing
I'm bad at performing
I'm bad

Everyone else seems in a race
And I find myself crawling
I got no pacifier phase
Now a grown-up ugly crying

I'm a grown-up ugly crying
I'm a grown-up ugly crying
I'm a grown-up ugly crying
I'm a grown-up

I wish I was a cucumber
Cool enough as side dressing
Or a badass bitch anteater
Just eating ants all morning

I'm meeting ends all morning
I'm meeting ends all morning
I'm meeting ends all morning
I'm meeting ends

Semakin besar aku, semakin gusar batinku
Ini sakit, musti berdoa kepada siapa?
Kalau tuhan ada, seperti kata mereka, kenapa dunia masih saja acakadut porak poranda?

Semakin besar aku, semakin kasar pikiranku
Mungkin tuhan alasan saja, untuk menindas kita semua
Supaya mereka suci, dan aku tetap kotor
Mungkin tuhan tidak pernah tuhan, cuma lelucon dan angan-angan horor

Tapi, semakin besar aku, semakin lembut ubun-ubunku
Mungkin tuhan memang perlu, aku capek sendiri melulu
Mungkin tuhan benar selalu, kita yang sok dan belagu

Surga dan neraka mungkin benar-benar ada
Bukan di atas langit, bukan di bawah tanah
Cuma sekarang dan di sini
Di dalam hati, di dalam diri

Mungkin tuhan tidak pernah tuhan yang kita impi-impikan
Tuhan ada, diam di dalam
Sampai menuntut untuk keluar

Air mata baal
Anak kecil kehilangan
Bunga mana yang kekal?
Rambut-rambut berserakan

Gangguan akal-akalan
Aku maaf, kamu benar
Aku salah, kamu juga
Kita perlu bicara

Kita perlu bicara
Debris-debris di koral
Menanti di perairan
Dalam, dalam, dalam

It ached so much my heart pulverized
My head went white with creaking shards
I was unable to mean it
I was just going through something

I held my hopes up like I'd never
I dropped everything, stripped, exposed
Shaken like a lost puppy, but I found something not stopping me

I felt bruised
Lashed out
Scrutinized

Yet still I belted all I could stomach
I got nothing in return
She just stared at me, words in her mouth
I couldn't even see her glare
But I have not just myself anymore now, there's them, and all of it

Sharp
I felt my heartbeat through the hole
My senses went cold
Suffocated
Then hot flesh striked when it's most quiet

And I felt something crawling out of me
Scratches only I could hear at night
Dancing to my MP3, scribbling, crying, kneeling down
While I was out cold, falling asleep

The next morning turned into night
And the same thing kept happening
Until today I am awakened
With all my insides hollowed out
And what I’ve lost comes chirping in
Another half, opened wide

Look at the author messing with us
Thinking that you know I know it will last
Who were we kidding? Treading the past?
Thinking that you know I know how to trust

I prayed for someone like you
But I'm afraid I'll be your karma
You know maybe I prayed too hard
And now the author knows too much

Looking at us from the upper floor
Thinking that you know I know how to fall
Who are we kidding? Making the call?
Thinking that you know I know where we’re from

I prayed for someone like you
But I'm afraid I'm just a karma

I’m rolling glad and upset, calm and afraid.
When the naked bald men said they needed the opposition,
they were asking for help to unfuck the institution
where I had my first ever spill of intuition.

I'm seeing blue waves and black pigs, the backs of the little kids,
idle houses with railings, a line of strangers' clothings.
I'm talking to friends who share traits, some speak Dutch and ugly thoughts.
Some sit in circles to chant "ohm," a shared effort to cleanse their souls.

And I'm watching,
and I'm watching,
on edge and my own.

With both my eyes shut, therefore I know
none of it stays when I decide
that I’m looking for a way out
of silly fights and parking lots
and razor blades I never bought.

And I’m waiting
And I’m waiting
And I’m waiting for a stop

And I'm asking
And I'm asking
Whose manifesto is my spot?

I awoke freaked out before my whole teeth,
yet another thing disintegrated in my sleep.
I opened wide my mouth, and there the uppers were gone.
A slight second apart, came the bottoms all spat out.

That was my cue to run mortified.
I rushed to the mirror, and I cried,
“How the heck did it just do that?
Well, the front is not too bad.”

I then pulled off some grin to see
if I could still hide behind courtesy.
But, at this point, honestly?
My mouth got weird, jagged, and wonky.

So I took it as a cue, I had to find it’s not the truth.
Slow as I walk to the mirror, the whole thing began to come through,
“I’m scared to lose what I have left,
I’m scared to lose what I have left.”