Their Family Issues
by Bobby Yusuf
I'm just a structured flesh with an adjustable voice That every man wants, And many men would skip me If I didn't come with this naive hole underneath.
Give me a skirt! I'll hide three or four men between my thighs. Make me a woman! I'll be a machine with a high rate. I'll give birth so humanity will never go extinct. We can undo doomsday.
I'm coughing, knowing Being Judas is the newest, highest dream Of literally almost everyone. They said it's their family issues, But they just leave them unresolved.
I had enough of their family issues. Mentally captivated, you gotta know You're not mentally broken, For tradition sometimes leads us Closer to doomsday. And when it finally happens, We'll see torture preparing itself, Guillotines on open streets again.
You gotta see your father Marrying someone more amusing. You gotta see your mother leave it healed By keeping it silenced. You gotta spend it in incognito And find your kind of fantasy. You gotta have thoughts of playing around And find out this society does the same or worse. Stories modified out of your imagination. Everyone here never really grows into their age!
I'm coughing, knowing Being Judas is the newest, highest dream Of literally almost everyone. They said it's their family issues, But they just leave them unresolved.
I had enough of their family issues. Mentally captivated, you gotta know You're not mentally broken, For tradition sometimes leads us Closer to doomsday. And when it finally happens, We'll see torture preparing itself, Guillotines on open streets again.
Demons know my sad, sad story, And all they do is clap and chant. Fuck! What a Zeus this bussy can do!
People keep pretending, faking. No living thing can truly live out of it, But living things just do it here.
Demons know these fucked-up chains, And all they do is clap and chant. Fuck! No change can ever affect it.
Change is a fashion, But really, what they bring through all their lives, Confidently, are their family issues.











