KID, A

Is it for the sake of fun
Is it for the fear of gun
Or caused by a mythic stun
That you act yourself so fresh?

Is it within parking lots
Is it within troubled thoughts
Is it within bleeding clots
Of your high and swollen flesh?

Is it when your nerves go down
Is it when you`re feeling frown
Is it when you miss your town
You`re such a distructed kid...

For may be you`re too uptight
For you may belong to night
For may be you seek for light
And smoke second-sorted weed.

You know, on this planet`s grounds
There are no objective bounds
The laws of the light and sounds
Have totally been made-up

So if you are here to heal
Or if you are seventh seal
If guilt you are forced to feel
The forces are all fucked up.

Is it for the sake of fun
You swear you don`t have a gun
You`re lost but so honest son
Of cruelty and caress.

The excess will make soul black
And plenty will choke your neck
So everytime, looking back
You now only ask for less.