It shall be well,
All we need is our shell,
I speak for my friends and those with me in those halls,
Those toxic and criminologist are those with the victim of such metabolic act,
Gambling our sweat, efforts, exertion and the so called struggle,
And even trick our Jungle.

Failure or saviour for god sake?
None can really tell,
All they do is just fake,
Changing our destiny into Zero,
How do someone become a hero, - when all our sweat and efforts been sold as Euro,
And allow those fool object reflect in our mirror,
I'm sure this is good for none,
Because it ache our brains and numb our minds,
It bleed our hearts, grind our souls and wreck our thoughts,
But one-day...