Nothing to say
Nothing to write
I won't let them get in my mind
Trapped in a play
That doesn't feel right
The truth is mute and confined
Blood on our hands
Countries at war
To restore a lore
We don't want but we're paying for
Blood on our hands
Lusting for
Neighbor land you judge decadent
All control
To justify your act of violence
Lusting for
Only truth inside the motherland
Freedom call
The line is cut but we'll find a way
We thought you gone
We thought you dead
The blood you bled has become
A renaissance
Protest
Implies
A strict
Reply
Fighting
Will rhyme
With overtime
Lusting for
Neighbor land you judge decadent
All control
To justify your act of violence
Lusting for
Only truth inside the motherland
Freedom call
The line is cut but we'll find a way
No more
No more
No more
USSR
Lusting for
Neighbor land you judge decadent
All control
To justify your act of violence
Lusting for
Only truth inside the motherland
Freedom call
The line is cut but we'll find a way
Lusting for
All control
Lusting for
Freedom call
The line is cut but we'll find a way
No more
No more
No more
USSR
