Temida nie zawsze była ślepa
Temidzie wydłubano oczy
mówiono - zbyt wiele rzeczy na tym świecie
mogło by Cię zaskoczyć
bo jedno jest oko i okno na świat
jeden porządek i jeden ład
i nie odważy się go nauszać
Temida, kantowska kurwa
oddajcie cezarowi to co cesarskie
a waszym bogom to co boskie
Temida patykiem pisze na piasku
niech nikt nie dotyka jej kół
bo jedno jest oko i okno na świat
jeden porządek i jeden ład
leniwie inhaluje propan-butan
Temida, kantowska kurwa
Temida nie zawsze była martwa
Temidzie sprezentowano eutanazję
i tak po ostatnim kontakcie z bejsbolem
dziewczyna cierpiała na afazję
i teraz wszystkim trochę milej
bo zobojętniał dydaktyczny smrodek
i mi samemu trochę jest lżej
na łące słońce się świeci pogodnie
środa, 13 kwietnia 2011
Thank you
i would reach a compromise
with my dignity
just to make you smile
and i would burn my lungs
to put you in a balloon
and make you fly
and i would nail me to the cross
to bring you endless sacrifice
but when i look into your eyes
i see despise
so thanks for all the quiet days
and thank you for the back-turned nights
that sure help me understand
that i am never right
i would wear the human-filtered glasses
so you know you are
the only one
and i would hunt my demons hard
so you've got nothing
to be worried 'bout
and i would leave my fears inside
even when you're
not around
but when you look at me
why do you frown?
so thanks for all the quiet days
and thank you for the back-turned nights
that sure helped me understand
that i am never right
i have reached a compromise
with my dignity
just to make you smile
and i burnt my lungs to dust
to blow your wings
and make you fly
and i nailed me to the cross
to bring you endless sacrifice
but.. why?
[okolice stycznia '10]
with my dignity
just to make you smile
and i would burn my lungs
to put you in a balloon
and make you fly
and i would nail me to the cross
to bring you endless sacrifice
but when i look into your eyes
i see despise
so thanks for all the quiet days
and thank you for the back-turned nights
that sure help me understand
that i am never right
i would wear the human-filtered glasses
so you know you are
the only one
and i would hunt my demons hard
so you've got nothing
to be worried 'bout
and i would leave my fears inside
even when you're
not around
but when you look at me
why do you frown?
so thanks for all the quiet days
and thank you for the back-turned nights
that sure helped me understand
that i am never right
i have reached a compromise
with my dignity
just to make you smile
and i burnt my lungs to dust
to blow your wings
and make you fly
and i nailed me to the cross
to bring you endless sacrifice
but.. why?
[okolice stycznia '10]
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