Sky

Staring again at the cold screen

In a hunched-over, slave like pose

In front of your future inquisitor

Captive of a digital hypnosis

Chocked from a tie like leash

Without air, into deeper slumber

Swallowing today's dose of poison

In front of the mirror stands a man within a frame

Fake truths, conceived in secret

Pushing us down

To be slaves of our selves

Poor weaklings, cutting our wings

Born from conformism and anxiety

Nameless link in the grey chain

More demanding than a spoiled princess

Your life is an empty book

You can't be truly happy

You can't be truly unhappy

In your chest an atrophied muscle

Untouched from pain and joy

A sky covered with stars expanding

Over the Balkans, I remember

Dear viewers, children and parents

Obedient builders

Of the prison, in which your live

Stop bleating, or can't you do

Anything else

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Небе

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