A song which is dedicated to one of Tenholes founder, a guitar player and a singer, one man of a kind who has passed away "Botaka". From our debut "This is Fun, This is Oi! This is Tenholes"

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Musik: Pandu Fuzztoni
Lirik dan Lagu: Jimi Multhazam

Kuberada di kepul waktu
Terhempas ombak
Menyembul haru
Tumbang raga bangkit mengayuh
Melepas ronta
Kibul kupaku

Tersesat ku di antariksa
Tersesat ku di antariksa
Tersesat ku tersesat denganmu

Kubelalak si tawa palsu
Merampas rona
Memukul buku
Ambang batas sakit berpeluh
Meretas rasa
Asal denganmu

Tersesat ku di antariksa
Tersesat ku di antariksa
Tersesat ku tersesat denganmu


Tersesat Di Antariksa

Genre: Protest Rock / Alt-Rap Fusion
Tone: Defiant, anthemic, awakening
Tempo: 100 BPM – heavy groove, march-like beat

[Intro – Spoken / Chanted]

No crowns, no chains, no thrones.
No kings.
Only the people, the hands, the bones.

[Verse 1]

We wake up tired, pay to breathe,
Trade our hours just to bleed.
Every dream they sold as hope
Turned to shackles we can’t leave.

The bills climb higher, the wages crawl,
We build their towers, they build our walls.
While we scrape change to feed our kin,
They sip gold in their glass of sin.

[Chorus]

No kings, no gods in suits,
We the roots beneath their boots.
We rise, we shout, we sing —
No crowns, no chains — no kings.

[Verse 2]

Insurance cuts, rent’s a blade,
Schools decay while wars get paid.
Every leader wears the mask
Of power dressed as “public task.”

Healthcare’s just a game of dice,
While they feast, we sacrifice.
And every flag they make us wave
Is stitched from labor we gave.

[Bridge – Spoken, gritty and rising]

They sold us dreams through credit scores,
Locked the gates, then called it “yours.”
From left to right, same puppeteers,
Different masks, same profiteers.

So light that match, let truth ignite —
We’re done obeying parasites.

[Breakdown – Instrumental / Chant]

(no kings, no kings, no kings...)
We the people, not their things!
(no kings, no kings, no kings...)
Take back what freedom brings!

[Final Chorus – explosive]

No kings, no thrones to mend,
This empire meets its end.
We bleed, we build, we sing —
No crowns, no chains — no kings.

[Outro – spoken, fading with protest sounds]

They took our time, our peace, our years.
Now we take back what was always ours.
No kings.
Only the people.

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