Complaining about life.
How it sucks.
And why it doesnŽt rock.

Trying to do something thatŽs me. It all ends up being fake. I am NOT a big mistake.

Do I need to fuck? To take the first best cock?

Running around, standing on the same spot.
Why does it matter?

The system is fucked-up, my mind is raped.

Philosophy tells you to keep on fighting.

WhoŽs your enemy? Is it you or is it me?

Why canŽt I just flee?