Miro adentro de la fuente, una luz, un ser viviente. Pide ayuda a gritos, pero da igual no tiene que salir da ahí.

Halloween

Come as you are, as you were,
As I want you to be
As a friend, as a friend, as an old enemy
Take your time, hurry up
The choice is your, don't be late
Take a rest as a friend as an old memoria
Come dowsed in mud, soaked in bleach
As I want you to be
As a trend, as a friend, as an old memoria

And I swear that I don't have a gun
No I don't have a gun

 Won't you belive it 
It's just my luck.

No recess.