Kamikaze Kafka

Kamikazi Kafka rolling down the boulevard
He’s a refugee left over from the acid wars
Opened up his brain but now he cannot close the door
Walking down the battlefield looking for another score
Was a time it mattered that he had his sanity
Once he was a member of what you call humanity
But he tried to become what he knew he cannot be
Knew it was a gamble, but it was calamity
Now his world is fractured just like a kaleidoscope
One day he’s the devil, next day he’s the fucking Pope
Sometimes he’s ecstatic, sometimes he is without hope
Laughing every morning, life is just a holy joke
Once the police caught him, put him up for 30 days
Now they have fund to pay him just to keep away
Eyes are sharp & focused, soul is shapeless as the clay
Ask for help if he could just remember how to pray
Paranoia is strong
No one’s right if you’re wrong
How can you try to be strong
If you never belong
Kamikaze Kafka