Danes sem imel slab dan za ideale, bil sem moker od dežja, zavedam se svoje starosti, pojedel sem vsaj trideset zelo majhnih ocvrtih rib, za celotedensko fasungo sem plačal manj kot za tank bencina, čistil sem umazano kopalnico, vstal bom ob šestih zjutraj. Dovoljujem si objavo manj znanega komada s strani najljubše skupine, ustreza mojemu počutju in odpira možnosti interpretacije.

Satellites and, pair of mirrors and, and a man without a home

With a horse, and a rider, and a clever, cunning killer

Silent in error and vocal in spotlights

Lying always sucking on a bottle of, that sweet, indulgent fluid

Oh greed oh yes oh greed oh yes!

 Oh greed oh yes Yeah!

 Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

Your friendship is a fog

That disappears when the wind redirects

You! Yes you!

Father’s expectations, soul soaked in, spit and urine

And you gotta make it where?

To a sanctuary that’s a fragile American hell

An empty dream

 A selfish, horrific vision

Passed on like the deadliest of viruses

Crushing you and your naive profession

Have no illusions boy

Vomit all ideals and serve

Sleep and wake and serve

And don’t just think just wake and serve

Yeah! Yeah! – 26 years in this stage

 Yeah! – you’re 26 years in this stage Yeah!

Your friendship is a fog

That disappears when the wind redirects

You!

Interested in you, interested in you Interested in you, interested in you…

Zack de la Rocha