Tomorrow's Exceptional Hero

Dissolve all your pride in your misery, guys!
It's only your pathos that shines in your eyes.
Your words are important just devil knows where,
Your mirth in the voice is a sign of despair.
You've never seen life, as you've been colorblind;
It's painted by poets in all undertones
While you label things just as black or as white.
Your black is opposed to the world of your own.
If difference frightens you, you're the crowd,
There's nothing your hopeless days are about.
You're models of somebody's system, you're clones,
You're always together, forever alone.

The crowd is such a deceptive protection,
The crowd is moving in just one direction.
It's moving nowhere, the speed's minus zero.
It's our tomorrow's exceptional hero!

The sun in your world still can warm you at night,
But nothing will ever be fucking all right!
Work, family, pub, sleep... Then count to ten -
You'll see the same picture again and again.
You can't change the rules, so you change decorations,
You're frightened of getting to your one true core.
You, slaves, could be kings - you are human creations,
By concept a bit of a muse and a whore,
A thinker, a painter, a soul to admire
As well as a wreck, a destroyer, a liar,
An actor sometimes, or the truth with a guile -
Still better than your hypocritical smile!
Your credo is envy, the reason you fail.
Our world is a pedestal, yours is a jail.

The crowd is such a deceptive protection,
The crowd is moving in just one direction.
It's moving nowhere, the speed's minus zero.
It's our tomorrow's exceptional hero!
Is it?


Welcome To Fail

Work, Friday parties, chores, spouses, kids,
Fashion to follow and patterns to be -
Standards of living. And now repeat:
"This is my life as I want it to be".

You think you're perfect, you swear it's true,
But nobody is, you are nobody then.
You're welcome to Fail - population is you,
Enjoy the illusion of freedom, Failmen!

Late in the evening you search for some fun,
Playing net wars of the stupid and lame.
Pressing the button, you load your gun.
Play your reality rather than games!

You think you're perfect, you swear it's true,
But nobody is, you are nobody then.
You're welcome to Fail - population is you,
Enjoy the illusion of freedom, Failmen!

The further it takes you, the further you go.
A plain carbon paper with plain decorations
Is all your damn life till the end of the show,
A pattern that's set for the next generations.


Get Over It

I hate you, guys, I wish you pain.
It never causes any strain.
I can't care less for all this shit
You say to me. Get over it.
Yes, spirit is my perfect friend -
It's always there by my demand.
Yes, I detest the whole mankind.
Yes, I deny, and I'm denied.

I'm misanthropic, deviant,
Irrational, irrelevant,
Whatever else I have been called.
I've said this. Now fuck off - you all.

I curse the world, I curse my fate,
I first destroy and then create.
You laugh at me - I turn and spit,
You try to mess with me - I quit.
You draw hearts - I draw spades,
You say "enough" - I say "too late".
You can't accept your worst defeat -
My victory. Get over it.

I'm misanthropic, deviant,
Irrational, irrelevant,
Whatever else I have been called.
I've said this. Now fuck off - you all.

You draw hearts - I draw spades,
I curse the world, I curse my fate.
Yes, I detest the whole mankind.
Yes, I deny, and I'm denied.

Get over it!


Insane

The day is revealing its new morning face,
And I've disappeared - without a trace,
Without a sound, without a sign,
As you'll never care. Well, dear, it's fine.
I left half to midnight for reasons unknown
To make half the way to nowhere by dawn.
I come back to earth or I drown in your eyes -
Oh well, I've decided.

I'm trying to flee
To weaken the ties
Before I get sober,
Before I think twice.
I can't justify it, I'll never explain
Why something desired brings so much pain.
It's my turn to quit,
Hope you don't understand it.

This theme is forbidden, and so is my song.
Your arms are somewhere I'll never belong.
It's to complicated for my plain mindset.
I've given up something I won't ever get.
My thoughts are immoral, my thoughts are profane,
I save you from me - I'm becoming insane.
I quit this false game, or I break all the rules.
Oh well, I've decided.
I'm trying to flee
To weaken the ties
Before I get sober,
Before I think twice.
I can't justify it, I'll never explain
Why something desired brings so much pain.
It's my turn to quit,
Hope you don't understand it.

I think no one knows what I'm getting at -
You don't know to whom all these words have been said.
I just press "escape" - you won't see me again.
I think I've decided - I'm not that insane.


Regret, Regret

We used to be like Jack and Rose.
"You jump - I jump" - a stupid oath.
But they all failed to figure out
Who had survived and who had drowned.
They all have taken me awry,
They call me she-who-loves-that-guy.
They wait to see how far I'll get,
And I just quit with no regret.

You fall - I fall -
It sounds weird.
I couldn't care less, my dear!
I'll watch you fall and be so glad.
You failed me. Now regret, regret.

Alas, romance is not my style.
I'm somewhat wild, I'm volatile.
I was that girl, but now I've grown
To know I'm better on my own.
You used me, then you found the change,
Like you use condoms. I'll avenge,
Or fate will do, my lovely guy,
And with a scorn I'll pass you by.

You fall - I fall -
It sounds weird.
I couldn't care less, my dear!
I'll watch you fall and be so glad.
You failed me. Now regret, regret.

You used me, then you found the change,
And though I'm wild and volatile,
I can't forget, I will avenge.
Alas, romance is not my style.

You fall - I fall -
It sounds weird.
I couldn't care less, my dear!
I'll watch you fall and be so glad.
You failed me. Now regret, regret.

The Game

My mind is poisoned by my dreams,
Forbidden thoughts, forbidden themes.
My lips are sewn, my hands are tied,
Well, I deserved it. It's all right.
A chance of being understood
Just stands no chance, as no one could
Unlock two always open doors -
You turned the keys and locked them both.

A couple drinks won't work today,
A couple tragedies don't matter.
If honesty is hard to play,
I simply quit. It's for the better.

No love to trust, no trust to love,
But you still play this useless stuff.
These cupid-stupid endless games
Are pure lies in subtle frames.
You all agree my words are clear
And so damn true! But in your fear
To contradict the pattern set
You solemnly declare me mad.

A couple drinks won't work today,
A couple tragedies don't matter.
If honesty is hard to play,
I simply quit. It's for the better.

I'll change the rules or quit the game,
Your strategy is really lame,
So now my words are way too brusque,
And it's the dawn of your dusk!

A couple drinks won't work today,
A couple tragedies don't matter.
If honesty is hard to play,
I simply quit. It's for the better.


Independent

She's sitting, sitting alone
With brandy and Winston in hands,
Devouring with her mischievous wild glance
Her already coupled-off friends.
"I'm fine" - her red eyes shout loud,
"We see. What the fuck?" - says the crowd.
She sets her lust racing around the hall,
But no one hears this hopeless call.

Independent, independent,
Don't show this minute's weakness,
Independent, independent,
Just hold on so they can witness
Your I-never-care expression
That will tell them: "Warning, danger!"
It will make the right impression
On perverted dirty strangers.

She's sitting, sitting alone,
Her ego is squeezed by four walls.
She's waving goodbye to her friends at the door -
They're leaving this brothel-like hall.
Her anger and lust are still racing,
The cold of the night is erasing
All features of lies from her beautiful face -
She's played a wrong part in a somewhat wrong place.

Independent, independent,
Don't show this minute's weakness,
Independent, independent,
Just hold on so they can witness
Your I-never-care expression
That will tell them: "Warning, danger!"
It will make the right impression
On perverted dirty strangers.


I'm Fine

Love is only some sense
Of the absence of sense,
It invades our lives
When we have other plans.
It devours your days,
Then it eats you inside,
It erases your face,
But you don't really mind.
It is gradually making you blind!

October is counting time
And turning to dust all the letters,
The words that I once liked to rhyme,
The diaries. It doesn't matter.
Yes, it doesn't matter. I'm fine.

Love is only a book
For illiterate masses
And a few stupid deaths
Due to hopeless romances.
It's a right to create,
With no chances to find,
It's the same old damned myth,
Just of some other kind.
It is gradually making you blind!

October is counting time
And turning to dust all the letters,
The words that I once liked to rhyme,
The diaries. It doesn't matter.
Yes, it doesn't matter. I'm fine.
I'm fine.