To leave the only home you've ever known,
You must traverse a needled road and maim
Your mother till she's motionless as stone
Apart from her mouth wailing out your name.
You seek to forge a path that's undefined
By obligations of your family.
Contracted kills comprise their daily grind
While sweet escape is your sole fantasy.
With nothing but your skateboard in your grip,
Attempt to blend with Hunter applicants.
A boy is soon impressed by your kickflip;
You match each other's paces to advance.
Your solo journey ends with a quartet;
To save you, they shall fight to the last breath.