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 lands you judge decadent

All control

To justify your act of violence

Lusting for

Only truth inside our 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 lands you judge decadent

All control

To justify your act of violence

Lusting for

Only truth inside our motherland

Freedom call

The line is cut but we’ll find a way

No more

No more

No more

USSR

Lusting for

Neighbor lands you judge decadent

All control

To justify your act of violence

Lusting for

Only truth inside our motherland

Freedom call

The line is cut but we’ll find a way

No more

No more

No more

USSR