[Intro] (sung, low) Padaba. You can fly. Or you can choose where to land. [Verse 1] [Rap] His name is Rodel Bagamasbad, three karaoke fronts A Hilux and a drop-ship, moves the girls he wants Fourteen out of Pili to a Pasig townhouse row The brown-brown daughters, morena, the ones the buyers know Their mothers cut the sugarcane, their lolas cut it too He sorts them like the galleons did, and gets paid for the view My hearing widens to a map, a faucet's drip, a cough The scapular is warm on my chest. My phone is off. [Chorus] (sung, half-time, menacing) I take the grief, I take the thief The soft place behind the ear You can fly, or choose where to land Tonight I choose. Tonight I am here. [Verse 2] [Rap] I banked away from a farmer asleep, I let the fruit bat be food I drank a lonely boar's whole grief, its snared sow, its solitude I know the difference now, the guilty from the grieving man Grief I can drink, but shame I can't, so I hold it in my hand The animal and the clinic voice have finally stopped their war They point at the same soft place, the same door The CDC in me runs the odds, swine fever, lepto, count The body has already taken over. The odds do not amount. [Bridge] (sung, sparse) I am the case definition I am the index case I am the report they buried I wear my own outbreak face [Chorus] (full) I take the grief, I take the thief The soft place behind the ear You can fly, or choose where to land Tonight I choose. Now I understand. [Outro] (spoken) The flying is easy. The not-flying is the work of a life. [End]
