Trening Za Umiranje

Endlessly empty, I rush towards the sunset,
Speed gifts me oblivion.
With a half-empty crate on the back seat,
I step on the gas in rhythm with the music.

Madness leads me like an old acquaintance,
The wind caresses my bodywork.
Your face, your eyes like a living dead
Are now forever in the rearview mirror.

You only asked for an answer,
Why am I the king of irony?
Why don't I come back again,
Continue training for death.

If tonight the news reports
That I disappeared without a trace,
Calm down, don't cry out of happiness.
Take a good look at my twisted smile,
You'll see scum like me doesn't die.