Self-Sabotage

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