A Losing Season - Like Nails on a Dead Man's Hand We Grow

Like Nails on a Dead Man's Hand We Grow


South-south-west, south, south-east, east

I'm from the valley of the negative
From the land of the hostile
Where xenophobes prevail
On the remains of moscow

Stop now, turn back
If there's a shadow of doubt
Or you'll be stuck
Where no one's looking for a way out

Can we call it a mirage
Can we call it a mirage

From shattered lines
And blanked images
A secret language emerged between blinks
Of words no one dared to say
Let's smoke a pack of victories
Go fuck your vicious cabaret, hey

I can't help not notice
This is our broken reality
Staying sane by not questioning all
Beyond the surface please
I beg you, please don't let me see

Here on the hemisphere of hate
Fear integrates the planet of distrust
Where we tolerate the strong
Weak fill us with disgust

Ease up now can't you feel
How free a place this
Is if you're loud enough
You will be glorified for your prejudice

The thrill never came
It all adds up to one
Let's pour out the bleach
Dismantle the wall

The thrill never came
Let's block out the sun
Let's pour out the bleach
'cause the thrill will never come

From shattered lines
And blanked images
A secret language emerged between blinks
Of words no one dared to say
Let's smoke a pack of victories
Go fuck your vicious cabaret, hey

I can't help not notice
This is our broken reality
Staying sane by not questioning all
Beyond the surface please
I beg you, please don't let me see

Show some respect
You're my
Bitch in some parallel universe