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.