Fifteen Part 1 - ¡Forward, Russia!

Time is never a healer

You view the hourglass in this light

In a portent of removing logic

You took my head and built a supermarket on it Digging while dusk still showed

And the marching band was just another fucking mirage

Or a car key

A car key to help us flee the hole

In a pretence of inducing vomit

You took my head and built a supermarket on it Trying to keep it low

A shattered ghoul, you hurl the mountain

Across the edge of fratricide

A shattered ghoul, you hurl the mountain

Until I’ve got nowhere to hide, hide, hide.

In the heart of the base machine

You can entertain yourself

Entertain what you know

And it came and it blew out my fucking brain

Un-candescently take the best of me Turn me into a child

I’ll try to take it, hide into you

Don’t try to take it and watch it surround

I’ll try to take it, hide into you

Lord, protect me from the violence

Oh my darling…

Time, it’s a fickle thing

Through days, months and minutes

We forget how to sing

A skyline envelopes the east

And western misfortune is freely erased

A truncation of Caeser’s might

We came, we saw, we set up our lives

To beg, to cheat, to lie, to steal

The parts of you that make up the forgotten sides

Give me a wall!

Give me a wall!

Give me a wall!

A shattered ghoul, you hurl the mountain

Across the edge of fratricide

A shattered ghoul, you hurl the mountain

Until I’ve got nowhere to hide, hide, hide.