To trample the past and overcome
We are building the bridges that were burned…from the scratch

Unrestrained tremble in your voice
A weight of every tear flowing down your cheeks
Words of comfort cannot break shell
A shattered glass never to be fixed

Aim your defeat in those calloused hands
You try to repress, to unlearn, to forget
But how to fight unpredictability?
How to regain stability?

House full of people, house full of thoughts
(I want out)
Uninvited grief forms a room of remorse
Forced to avoid strangers’ eyes
(I am ripped apart)
Cheap gestures should be left aside

A cultural norm that needs respect?
“Let’s gather our prayers to farewell the dead”
If it makes pain easier, than you’re being ignorant
True salvation lies stealthy in your head

Turn your back, run away
Lousy critic is the worst you can get
(Counting stones…)
Your effort to act as truly as you feel
Will ease the pain that will never, ever heal
(with each mile I go)


For The Lost - (Izgubiti oslonac) – Pesma je posvećena mom dobrom prijatelju Marku iz Sarajeva, kome je otac preminuo od raka. Nažalost, poznajem pregršt ljudi koji su ostali ili su odrasli bez jednog roditelja i iako sam imao možda i bliskije primere u sopstvenoj familiji, konkretno reakcija mog prijatelja na gubitak njemu veoma bliskog člana porodice me je direktno podstakla da glavu prepunu misli i nemira pretočim u formu teksta. Pritisak društva na koji način treba da prihvatimo nečiju smrt jeste, najblaže rečeno, degutantan i tada isplivava sav sebičluk u ljudima. Kad bismo to neutralisali, verujem da bi se i proces žalosti brže prebrodio.

For The Lost – (To lose support) - The song is dedicated to my good friend Marko from Sarajevo, whose father died of cancer. Unfortunately, I know a handful of people who lost or have grown up without a single parent, and although I may have had even closer examples in my own family, the reaction of my friend to the loss of his father directly prompted me to place all the thoughts and turmoil in my head on paper. The pressure of society on how we should accept someone's death is, to put it mildly, revulsive, and in that moment people’s selfishness comes up. If we could neutralize this, I believe we could overcome the process of mourning way quicker.