World Burns To Death A Wormwood Star
In The dusty Kiev streets it is deadly f..cking grey,
And the voices on the radio all speak of prophesy…
But the wormwood in the air left a bitter taste in my mouth…
So I drink to our legacy, take the poison or starve…
I kiss my love with strontium lips, and then I kiss my ass goodbye
Because it’s just like Babi Yar,
It’s just like Holodomor,
Again they’ll turn our land of dreams
Into a continental boneyard
In The dusty Kiev streets today it is deadly f..cking grey…
So I drink to our legacy, take the poison or starve…
I kiss my love with strontium lips, and then I kiss my ass goodbye
Because it’s just like Babi Yar,
It’s just like Holodomor,
Again they’ll turn our land of dreams
Into a continental boneyard
