Kami Belum Tentu

It smells of burning, sarcasm, and hope that at least some of the adults know what they are doing. The voice sounds like it's coming from a radio from the days of apathy: a little punk, a little prayer. Here, the flags fade not from the sun, but from meaninglessness, and faith in change is like an old battery: it seems to have power, but the flashlight is already flickering.

Each line is like a note in a correspondence between generations, where instead of emojis there is fatigue and anger, and instead of inspiration there is dry irony. The world is collapsing, rebooting, arguing with itself, but in this music, the heart still beats - stubborn, noisy, alive. The kind that doesn't give up, even if there are “power outages” all around again.