Reality (feel like)

Act one, just like act number z,
Starts with early morning bell.
Another page on slipping road -
Get up, boy, and hurry to go!
Smiles reflect on glossy screen,
But it doesn't make me believe
That this world is so funny and free,
As I've seen in my childhood dream.
I am naked to the deepest core
To help for my soul to explode,
Hang the sun on the sky of blue,
Place a mirror before eyes of crew.

I feel like fully-torn whore,
I act like soldier standing strong,
I need chance for relief.
The days are for evermore sold,
The cold nights are always too bore.
Do I want it more?
Can't reality be untrue?

Chasing somewhat clever know-how,
Counting coins, but never crows,
In the jungle of paper plain
I get insane in so many ways,
Media screams - „Strike for next goal!
Push losers through infernal hole. „
But heroes are so dandy now,
Legends are based on obscene ground.
I'm still showing my most precious core
With tattoos of devils on-board.
Won't ever man really know
What a surprise he's got on his own?

I feel like vanishing soul,
I act like high-technical job,
I need self-reload.
Waltzing on red-hot tin-plate,
Cracking my brain for the bread.
Am I ready for more?
Can't reality be changed?