And never scraped the flesh from skin and bone
Last call for a soviet summer
The last call
This onslaught won't back down
From fear, cold, everlasting pain:
Insane, hysteria, is all that still remains inside the voices left for dead
Born in black and white through government
When wanting less means breaching fuckin' more
And trying all the while to lose the score
Red plans followed by shadows
Middle fingers curled back in shaking fists
In Petersburg the death is still living
In Petersburg their stories moulding myths:
This must be hell 'cause sides don't count, our options out
Never dreamt of a nuclear shower And never scraped the flesh from skin and bone Last call for a soviet summer The last call This onslaught won't back down From fear, cold, everlasting pain: Insane, hysteria, is all that still remains inside the voices left for dead Born in black and white through government When wanting less means breaching fuckin' more And trying all the while to lose the score Red plans followed by shadows Middle fingers curled back in shaking fists In Petersburg the death is still living In Petersburg their stories moulding myths: This must be hell 'cause sides don't count, our options out Explain Request ×
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