For Hayok Kay, Rest In Power!
How come I see myself covered with blood?
You dare hurt me and get away with it?
When will this vile system be cleaned of mud?
You hear homeless Koreans benefit?
When will I ever see my family?
You know Polkacide, the band I was in?
Where I banged drums all through eternity ?
How then are drugs, booze and I never sin?
Why do I cry when I sing Stand by Me?
How am I supposed to go without Fred?
Yolk without the white, why do you not see?
Without song or warmth, can I just be dead?
Why are you near me yet kept me at bay?
Hell or heaven, do you know Hayok Kay?