veoma loša poezija...
nedjelja, 19.08.2007.
smrt snovima,sloboda zatocenistvu....
Success
I'm able to live my life in my way
Luck never gives, it lends
If you're willing to pay
.....
Progress
Has taken its toll
But I've changed my ways
I've pain all my amends
Before it was too late
I'm broken, but I'll mend
All I have is today
Screaming God please this time
Don't forget about me
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gledajuci nazad na sve
sto je krivnja napravila
ona je na to okrenila leda....
zemlja je bila tako suha i prljava
a mali oblak prasine dizao se iznad grada
i potapao sve pod sobom
dan je bio jako vruc
ulice puste,parkovi prazni....
rjeci istrosene.....snovi izgubljeni
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broken inside
NESTANITE ZAUVIJEK
Želim da zauvijek stane ovaj nezaustavljivi svijet
Gdje je samo šutnja najbolja riječ
Zašto, zar smo krivi što želimo živjeti bolje
Uz neispunjena obećanja i probleme
Svakim danom povijest se ponavlja
Ali pod drugim izdanjem ...
Polako ali sigurno tragovi se brišu
Istina se zaboravlja, no ljudi se ne predaju
Nestanite zauvijek, još uvijek nije kasno
Prestanite s tim, zar vam nije jasno
Znam da još sve se može promijeniti
Vrijeme će pokazati ...
Okrenut će se novi list, novi početak za sve
Ispunjen slobodom i prijateljstvom
Dokazat ćemo svima da je dosta
Bolesnih umova koji gledaju s visoka
Namjerno, ne mareći za naše ideje
Za koje se uporno borimo.
Black Masks & Gasoline
Simply because you can breathe,
doesn't mean you're alive,
or that you really live.
this life has taken it's toll
and she just doesn't know,
how much more she can give
But here, at the top of the world, where I raise my hands and I clench my fists,
they stand before me below, demanding the answers with flips of a switch
I don't understand where you got this idea,
so deeply engrained in your head
(that this world) is something that you must impress,
cause I couldn't care less
A need for revolution's rising, it comes to the surface, gasping for air,
we're not putting up with this planet one more day much less one more year
I don't understand where you got this idea,
so deeply engrained in your head
(that this world) is something that you must impress,
cause I couldn't care less
So here and now, in our rotting nation
the blood, it pours, it's all on our hands now
we live, in fear, of our own potential
to win, to lose, it's all on our hands now
And I have an American Dream,
but it involves black masks and gasoline,
one day I'll turn these thoughts into screams,
at a world turned its back down on me
I don't understand where you got this idea,
so deeply engrained in your head
(that this world) is something that you must impress,
cause I couldn't care less
