Time stabs progress dagger
Under our ribs without remorse
As well as human fillings hide
Under thickness of history dust
Time is changing transforming us
In to heartless machines
From the very cradle we are brought up
Like a guard dogs
And we greedily pick the bones
Of faith, passion and love
And what is the most horrible, my friend,
that this processes are invisible
Those with whom i was growing up shoulder to shoulder
are slowly covering with a submission layer
Turning up into wax figures
Spare me, the avalanche of lust
Betrayal and fake smiles
Let me disappear in kind old days
When I held her hand
and saw her shy smile
Save me from today's her
Forever young...Forever drunk
Falling asleep in a strange, cold bed.
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