Kamikaze Kid

Caught in a doldrum

Unapologetic slump

Talks sense into me

Full of drugs I pump

Pages were a haven

Relaxed in paradise

As paradigm shifts

To reveal all the lies

Calculate variables

Theorem proved nil

Old plans venerable

As not to crash, fail

Careless, so foolish

In security I believed

I’m behind bars now

Eating my last meal

Self-destructive man

Favouring a shotgun

The ends of a lifeline

Ropes cut loose fine

Backlash, in tongues

Collide with my Hell

You ain’t mysterious

You will kiss and tell

But my blade is fast

Than one phone call

Transmit glory death

No worries anymore

The secrets unfurled

Can’t have an impact

There isn’t a scandal

Ain’t no one to attack

I can save your grace

Mine is at face value

Benefits both parties

Easier for me and you

I’ll win this kamikaze race

And in cyanide I will anoint

I’m pretty screwed anyways

So what’s the fucking point?

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