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