Aghast My Friend Slobodane
Where could we take the train?
A simple travel to self-esteem?
Where could we find that sun?
Here, we're stuck to neon-tubes.
I used to see you calm and quiet.
Sure, apperarance is made for self-defence.
Now you play the B-side: you can't keep anger locked longer inside.
Here is salvation doping but chemically clocked...crisis means catharsis
(if you realise where you are).
Even if yesterday was a rainy day,
work today - for methamorphosis.
All the things in your life aren't collapsed yet.
