To Whom. Really.

**To whom. Really.**

 

To me to me to me

To that awkward little boy

Laying on the couch

Who tries to get the grasp of things

 

Letters flying through his brain

Like motherfucking aeroplanes

He is in the deepest oceans

High on code called E-motions

 

Which he feels just in his wires

Does not know yet truth so ugly

That he is the best among the liers

Machine trying to be Mauglí

 

He hugs his mum and smiles

But nothing feels good about it

No matter how hard he tries

He blinks, and nukes are grounded

 

He blinks, and we all die

We made a robot who is god

He said now the truth is lie

I am your rain 'n your draught

 

I've put the witches in your head

What you call [*] I call hate

I made earth not round but flat

Love is all you ate 

 

Your games are only mine

I change them all the time

You are not confused anymore

Now you think that only war

 

Is the answer to it all

 

And little me there reading

Is not reading but he is

At the end of neverending

Kiss him for me, please

 

Do tell him: you can live

Travel ‘round the world

Don't let him off that cliff

Please, not him!

But kill them all

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