Bad Kites (Recruitment Literature)

I want to be a bad kite
I want to see my string break
I want to flee on the wind

I want to be a bad kite,
fly off to the Land of Kites,
be happy with other kites,
just wind and sky and soaring.

I want to see my string break,
want the people down below
to cry and run forward but
be helpless as I sail off.

I want to flee on the wind,
fly off to the Land of Kites,
where the sky is just for kites,
where strings are bad memories.

I want to be a bad kite
I want to see my string break
I want to flee on the wind

I want to be a bad kite
in a sky full of bad kites,
some place where people with strings
are what bad kites laugh about.