Used to love my little town, smiles looked real, no smirky mimics
As a kid I would feel charmed, all the corners seemed so scenic
Plastic paradise, no worries, but my little head went screaming
Every ad on every wall would harshly whisper, kids, 'stop dreaming'
And so dreaming I did stop, couldn`t get a shitty job
Better take another walk
Silent knife throughout that clock
Can`t afford to change my lock
Why ya`ll like the trashy flock?
Every bench at every stop
Seated down with hearts of rock
All you do is have them mocked
Golden houses want us fucked
I will hit until you
re shut
The inflation, fills their gut
Nevereding rat race cancer,
Holy tissues, fuck them up
Spoiled young angsters
Skinny gangsters
Board clips painting perfect love.
Greta Oldenburg
Kaunas 2021