Tell me what it’s like
To fly boundless without doubt
Achieving all you seem to deserve
With carefree conviction

Give me an obstacle
Something to blame when I fall behind
The muddy soil of self-pity
The reason to drag my feet

If I become my own enemy
I’ll know what I’m up against
Yet if I conquered the climb
Sweet victory made saccharine

Visuals by Carmilla Sumantry and Rimbawan Gerilya
Audio by Rimbawan Gerilya