Bad Lieutenant - Queen Kwong

I had a dream as a child

A reoccurring dream

And it repeat, repeat, repeat

And like wildfire it spread

Throughout every cell, throughout every stem

Every dead end within my body

And as a child, well, I could encourage myself

Encourage myself to scream

It was too late, the die had been cast

I spent some time thinking that I came around

But I still could trace the shape of his ugly mouth

He pulled all my teeth to mark me with his name

Now every night is the same

Maybe I’m young

Or born a whore

How could I love what I’m dying for?

He took my neck but I willingly tied the noose

My hands are tied and my legs are bruised

Blood rust and barely awake on the floor

And then I died for it once more