Anger,sadness and hate

Walking through the park
Everything is falling apart
Even the trees are melting down
Feels like I'm losing my crown

The skin burns like there is
So hot in summer but autumn breeze
Freshing my face pured with smoke
Leaves are crying on the highest oak

My heart has been frozen for a long time
Warming up it would be a crime
Killing you people with a sharp knife

Find me if you dare to be killed
There is a lot of blood to be spilled
I am going to destroy another life

Ne štejem več opeklin

Sredi zime je mraz
ko iščem toplo zavetje
predrami me pršec
ki poljublja suho kožo
mojega obraza

Sredi dneva je toplo
ko tipam v temi
sledim čutom prstov
ki vodijo me po stezi
mojega gubljenja

Sredi misli je zmeda
ko begam za pravo
ne morem določiti zadnje
ki pelje me iz megle
moje ljubljane

Sredi leta bo dogodek
morda še prej podnevi
opekla se bom na ogenj
ki boža me po koži
mojega življenja