As darkness falls and the world lays silent
I can’t avoid to hear and follow their voices
shadows, rain clouds, trees and rocks
show me constantly their angry faces.
My life succumbs to temptation and the stress
does nothing but lead me to another crisis.
Should I even complain or seek help
If I can’t deal with my own Life’s Choices?
Ken’s verses (Ken’s Twitter)
Maybe I should chop my dick off and get fake boobs
that way I can stop putting effort and I’ll leave that to you
Maybe I should kill myself, come back and blow up a church
just to hear the cop say “Sir we have a warrant to search”
Maybe I should follow the rules and just do as you say
rape and abuse me, brand me, I’ll be your slave
Or maybe I’ll give a flying fuck and go live free
Don’t let anyone tell you what you can or can’t do, be all you can be