Short were the days of the wise man, went up the hill and never came back.nA stubborn soul will fight anything, a restless soul won´t just settle in.nLeft home in search for a paradise, found a place for parasites, like leaches they sucked him dry.nNumbed the pain, with bottles of whiskey... He'd become all emptynnOn that day, he went up that hill, couldn´t go on by remaining still.nGave him some and took some more, made him their slave, became a whore.nnThere was no other choice for it to end, just to look at the bullet with a grin.nSo won´t you stand and hail this institution, this is the enticement, your one last solution.nnThese were the days of the wise man, went up the hill and stumbled back.nLost it all and everything, such a will to fly, they lured him in.nnOn that day, he went up that hill, couldn´t go on by remaining still.nGave him some and took some more, made him their slave, became a whore.nnThere was no other choice for it to end, just to look at the bullet with a grin.nSo won´t you stand and hail this institution, this is the enticement, your one last solution.nYou can fight against but these walls will stand.nFor every brick you take you´ll fight a wicked man.