Through The Corridors

When the feeling takes me over, what else can

I do but run?

Through the corridors

I follow,

I shoot into oblivion;

If you close your eyes and listen, you can hear the children play,

I love it when their eyes are watching,

I'll have it when they disobey.

It's a different kind of loving, such a dirty rigmarole,

But just in case there's no tomorrow,

I'll dring fire from their souls;

If you close your eyes and listen, you can hear the children shout,

I hate it but

I win't be happy till

I've turned them inside out.

All day long, here

I go! All day long, all day!