There´s a putrid son who´s growing
A father pretending to love
A mother intending to hate
He doesn´t know what´s worse
But that´s not a doubt
'Cause he inherited both

A clown is so sad, don´t you think?
I wish I was a clown
A crown is so sad, don´t you think?
I wish I was a crown

When he was a lad
With school friends is all
The world shoved a mistery in his sight
Though the river often mislead
She stole his anger on her falls
When were there days of light?

A crowd is so scared, don´t you think?
I wish I was alone
A doubt is so black, don´t you think?
I wish I wasn't home

His future is a bomb
Exploding everywhere
His future is a song
Exploding here and there
His future is the dusk
With the fullest moons to fight
His future is a war
Beyond the death and the light