Nov. 19th, 2021 Lyrics

Истина всегда вырисовывается

Или хотя бы мираж

Иллюзия, созданная, чтобы задохнуться

И фасад, с которым вы слишком хорошо знакомы

I can hear those Russians from a hole in my new wall

They're living in my vents, and I'm not lying to you at all

And no, I'm not paranoid but I know

I sure do sound insane, and here we go again

We never know what the day may bring

The moment we decide to leave the sheets

And venture out, out

Into the world, the crazy world

Tonight I tied a microphone around a wooden bedpost

And lowered it down into the wall

So that I could fall asleep

I wish it was the worst of my troubles

Even though it was the worst of my sins

But I've carried it all so well

That you couldn't even tell I was running in my mind

To leave it all behind

But I can hear a payphone call my name

Ringing out its endless cries like a baby born brand new

But even you aren't free from the curses that we've laid upon ourselves

And wallowed