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?