Four walls here, four walls there
And so much time to spare;
While I can do a lot of stuff
A lot of stuff is not enough.

I want to get out of my house
Not like a tiny, scared mouse
To speak of a tale so witty
And paint blue allover the city.

Even a stroll in the rain
Can numb this dull pain
Even a smile from those friends
Can make this trauma end.

But oh, confinement is the best cure
For an enemy that could lure
A mortal into a grief so wild
That would choke a pure child.

Choke me and choke you
Chuffing train making us blue
When the clock strikes midnight
It conjures the thief of bright light!

So stay, stay back and hide
Before a mass heroic suicide
Paints the world crimson red
And turns us into souls so dead!