The young man who live in palos hills

Many words, many words, many words,
And the words came so deep,
Because he gave it a chance.
And went so deep,
Because his defences were broken.
And so many words flew into his mind,
Just to cripple him;
They were real grenades from his ignorant friends.

Everyday, he wakes up from the bed to see the sun,
With a mantra before his eyes;
And right deep below his subconscious,
He has no rule.
Hopes came dashed to the ground,
As soon as one grenade storms his mind.

A little while he'll be roaming the streets,
Looking for a place to hide,
A little while he'll be back,
Getting more grenades into his mind.
Getting more grenades into his mind...
Many words, many words, many words.