Nikotinska kriza
M.O.R.T. · Other Songs - M.O.R.T.
umoran gledam TV izbliza
usne se micu, ne slusam rijeci
gadovi, ne znam koji je veci
A vidio sam Boga
sprzio mi oci
sad lezim, cekam
tebe kad ces doci
Rec' mi koji je danas dan
pitat me zasto sam nadrkan
vuc' me da izadjem van
tuc' me dok ne progledam
Tako prolazi jos jedan dan
jedan od bezbroj u nizu
zrno po zrno vremena
pada kroz pjescani sat
Jos jedan obican dan
u zivotu nikoga
nitko nema ime, nema san
nitko nema curu, nema stan
Nitko ima samo jedan dan
nitko danas nije umoran
nitko ne trazi nista, ne treba
nitko nista od nikoga
Nitko ne trazi nista, ne treba
nitko nista od nikoga
Tako prolazi jos jedan dan
posljednji u nizu
nitko je sretan i nasmijan
jos nije mrtav
ali je blizu
Nikotinska kriza
The day in this lyric passes in a blur of television, irritation and waiting. The narrator is tired, disconnected from the words on screen, and trapped in a routine where time falls grain by grain through an hourglass. The title’s nicotine withdrawal gives that numbness a bodily edge, but the song gradually enlarges the problem: people have no names, dreams, partners or homes, and an ordinary day becomes the entire horizon.
That shift from personal craving to social blankness is the lyric’s most unsettling move. The speaker’s irritability may begin as a private symptom, yet it opens onto a world where everyone seems reduced to surviving one day at a time. The repeated waiting for someone to arrive offers a slender emotional counterweight, though the song does not promise rescue. The entry contains lyrics and artist credit but no verified release context; independent criticism of the track was not located. It is best read as a compact study of alienation rather than as a literal account of addiction. Its bleakness comes from the suggestion that the habit is only one part of a life already drained of attention.
The track’s title invites a literal reading about smoking, but the lyric’s larger design moves toward the alienation often explored in post-punk and alternative rock: television noise, time draining away, and people reduced to anonymous routines. That genre comparison describes the themes and rhetoric, not a verified sound or recording style. The personal craving is only the entry point; the narrator’s deeper fear is that an entire day can pass without anyone becoming fully present. The song’s bleakest image is not withdrawal itself but a life in which nobody seems to have a name, a dream or a place to belong.