Guts (Utroba)

I am anxious all the time
With these itches under skin
And the dust that's on my chin
I don't feel like I'm alive.

All these years have passed me by
Too much words I fought inside
Can you guess what's on my mind
I got nothing to confide.

With the fake grin on my face
All "Good days" I trade for swears
Cynic till the day I die
I will never cure my pride.

Leisure makes me feel depleted
In my dreams I grind my teeth
Every sunrise that I meet
I am wilting like a tree.

I’m an expert for excuse
I just hate to be accused
I just want to rip apart
All my guts with beasts inside.

Nervozan sam danima,
osećam u kostima,
na temenu prašina,
ništa me ne zanima.

Svih proteklih godina
svađam se sa rečima,
da li se već oseća
da me svaka pogađa?

Smejem se bez razloga,
psujem mesto pozdrava,
ciničan bez granica,
imam rak karaktera.

Umoran od nerada,
u snu škripim zubima,
svako jutro iznova
Pirova je pobeda.

Izgovora gomila,
sujeta me nervira,
želim da se pocepa
utroba sa zverima.