I tried to change my core

I tried not to cry

the cinema flooded

I tried to lie

the cheeks turned into cherry pie

I tried to learn mathematics

the brain escaped from the head

I tried to breath deeply

the heart knocked wildly from the chest

I tried to live in order

put everything in its place

but my things insisted

to turn back the mess

Every time I try

to change my core

Every time I get

the poor score

Lying box

If you don't want

to narrow your vision

turn off that crap

that calls itself

a television

Its owners are not artists

but in expensive suits bandits

Soon you will call

a fighter for his rights

a hooligan

and stealing from your pockets

acceptable

If you want to save

your dignity

get rid of that lying box

for the infinity

Stand up comedy master

How many times

over your own legs

you trip

How many suits

with the caffeine drink

you spill

You must open your eyes

before the sky announce

the sun

You spend all day

bending the head

in front of the chief

of the unfair game

You are so sweet

You call yourself free

You will become

stand up comedy master

when you will have time

in the next life

Nothing or something

A singer with a weak voice

An athlete with clumsy legs

A poet with no sense of rime

A tailor with shaky hands

They had a little

but all they gave

Of their mastery

the stories are made

Others were born

with a full sack of talent

but what they gave to the world

is exactly nothing

Don't wait for mysterious forces

to give you something gigantic

Use what you have

turn it into magic

God of streets

He was the famous

god of streets

His car was called

the master of speed

One day he killed the father

and his youngest son

Now he is god no more

He considers his life

less worth than of bacteria

Let them talk

They talk

Let them talk

Without it

They do not exist

The dreams

the goals

and fights

they left behind

The jealousy

is eating their hearts

They point their fingers

on your sins

They don't want theirs

to be seen

Let them talk

Let them be

Without you

they do not exist

Croatian slave

Cry under the veil
Reoccupy your sofa
Open the cheap can of beer
Allow beautifully packed lies
To dry your tears
Idiots are idols
Apathy is ruling
No one is complaining

Stay on your couch
Lie to yourself
Always be obedient
Vote for a sleazebag
Even it is sad