Boredom kills
Boredom settles on the restless
Cringing the anticipation to destruct the instructions of the social-class junior
Who Thinks standing on a corner makes him a man
Who Thinks leaning on the charred, spiky metal-rusted gate makes him popular
Boredom is the burden that bugs the brainless and the heated, bustling boy
Who Thinks he's a man
Packing the purchase of the illegal eyes wandering how to control, to kill the boredom
To shoot the lights, daylights out of the nusiance
So he walks to the unexpected, the loving expected to be loved but instead in blood
In turmoil, he thinks he's on drugs
He Thinks he's a man
For killing the boredom that seeks him causing no explosions
Instead killing an innocent bystander
He Thought he killed boredom
But not in a jail cell, where he creeps