Why Kevin’s Holding Back

Why Doesn't He Really Love?

Where Are His Eyes?

Why Are His Blackbirds Doves?

The Pressure Of Life Is Controlling the Knife That Cuts Into His Soul.

So What’s the Goal?

Why Doesn't He Really Hate?

Where Are His Thoughts?

Are All His Friends Just Really ""((Late))""?

The Thrusts Of Wind From Every End Stops The Start From Begin.

So Why Make Friends?

And Where Does He Go?

So What Is He Now?

Does Anyone Know?

And Life Goes On, And Life Is Tuff, Times Are Hard, Times Are Ruff.

I Think I've Said Enough.

Nine Breaths, Nine Deaths, No One Left, Don't Ask Me Again,

I Told You The Rest!