Boot Camp

I must obey the rules

I must be tame and cool

No staring at the clouds

I must stay on the groundIn clusters of the mice

The smoke is in our eyes

Like babies on display

Like Angels in a cageI must be pure and true

I must contain my views

There must be something else

There must be something good far away

I'm far away from hereFar away, I'm far away from here

Far away, I'm far away from here

Far away, I'm far away from here

Lonely is the bird

Boot camp