Yang: As Private I's

(앨범: Dearest Christian, I'm So Very Sorry For Bringing You Here. Love, Dad - 1998)

They always find you all the time...

I befriended my confusion quite some time ago
She tells me everything is gonna be alright (it's alright)
my senses make it real to me in all types of ways
but I'm so angry at my jealousy
that I hold it inside my heart like it's alright

Catapult my visions into realism's bosoms
Dreams prefer caesarian with plastic spoons and knives
that's what you get when your brain masturbates there's no pleasure

so when I evacuate my intimate states
while screaming "Oh how sweet it is to be loved by you"
the dirty rats you shoot me in the ass
so I don't know what happens when I free my mind

Oh, the cuts that you create let me be the martyr
If I started to love you now, there'd be no end to you
Oh, pick up my embrace. It lives without a reason.
Cause if I killed you now there'd be no end to you.

Cure my house of cards she sends me tears from outer space
I'm wondering can I not enjoy the pains I find (it's alright)

Mirrors give me confidence in needing myself
but I'm so terrified of being me I get so right

I'm trying real hard not to be exactly the way I am
the next time I come here all I'm bringing to this atmosphere
is the will not to do it again
understand, I got neon King Kong standing on my back
can't stop to turn around broke my sacroiliac
trying to keep sealed where this brother's really at
to tell the new millennium "yo, what da dilly black"
You look cute in your stars and stripes she said are you coming out tonight
That's why whom ever loves me will have to be my killer
Cause here I'm just a slave trying to be the nigga

Oh, the cuts that you create let me be the martyr
If I started to love you now, there'd be no end to you
Oh, pick up my embrace. It lives without a reason.
Cause if I killed you now there'd be no end to you.