In long corridors
Don't shoot in strangers - but they didnt listen,
Don't hert the old man - for so
Don't run in the bushes if beaten,
Stand tall like someone who will draw
And self destruction not allowing
To terminate enother or more,
But if the gesture is suddenly bound
There is no endin in to
It was too suffering here
The collective dream is much alike,
Gone with no doors shout is simple
But not to take someones strikes
And there in long corridors
Where rule is not to betrave
Thrue splashes and different souls
Is lieng the answer for brave.
