All roads lead to Rome
But our roads lead to Malaysia
Going farther away from home
And deeper into another
Long lost mothership
Of a home away from home when we're over there
We were torn apart from the hip
From what we both could never call our own back home
They've been calling us names
Careerists
From the day we set foot here
Upon the same old soil of muddy rivers
Our blood once took root here
But how we ended up
On the wrong side of history
How our parents toiled
Through decades of enmity
For it is just our luck
Divided we will be
The same kinds of peoples
Believing we're enemies
I don't believe it is so
No I don't believe it is so
All roads lead back to home
But our roads lead to solitude
We're cut-off like the moon
Our force of gravity less absolute
Still we have our ways
To make the best of both worlds
Across this causeway of discord
Still umbilically connects us
'Coz we feel the same pain
Of your natural disasters
Still we breathe the same haze
From our desperate neighbours
Our culture is the same
Since we were Malaya
Our politicians say
"We have robust relations"
Sure
Still some of us discern
And shun the propaganda
While others swing and sway
The fence to gerrymander
Our old folks have said
"Never trust a politician"
Yet they are rock stars these days
They're all over the media
So it's time to add to the old adage
"Never trust the media"
'Coz they've all been paid and sated
By the powers that feed them
Yet you still let them
Feed you
Bleed you
Treat you like they own you
I don't believe anymore
I don't believe anymore
All roads to Evermore
I don't believe anymore
I don't believe anymore
All roads to Evermore