Versuri Tango

Time is such a
delusional truth, questionable
others would vow
An urchin I was
but still feels like today when
they taught me to bow,
Bow to the
communist bogus charade, bow to
their fists and their lies
To
marching parades and red
butterflies of blood in the
skies

But something's changing;
something's changing in me

I
plunged into the business of
heaven and hell, after the red
curtain fell
People were free,
free to explore how religion would
smell,
I learnt how to bow to
monks and to priests who spread
the apocalypse freight
They
preached of God while teaching
young lads of rectum in the
night

But something's changing;
something's changing in
me

When I was just a boy I've
done a mistake
Believing that
life would be sweet as a
cupcake

White, black, black,
white, black projected
flashback
Smothered the life in
me and left me to break,
Left me
to break
But something's
changing, something's
changing

After a while the
devil coaxed me to step in the
land of the free
Democracy
spleen, brainwashing machine, I
bowed patiently
Bowed to
society's upside down values, to
money and cheap neon lights
Bowed
to the hydra with ten thousand
heads that's called media, and it
bites

But something's changing;
something's changing in me