¡Forward, Russia!:Breaking Standing

From Lyriki

I fled for my lids the instant that I saw
The bruises on the inside of your face
Those purple blotches shone through your translucent skin
You passed it off as a trick of the light

Not for the first time
And certainly not the last
The placid nurse denied internal death
And the hospital board
Worried about the law
Resisted the urge to contradict
Anything

When it
Weighs too much
Think of it as seven times the weight
But when it
Costs too much
Consider it but don't come to me for aid

I'll be in debt to all this legal jargon
These facts and these figures
Keep forcing me to go on
Through the pain and fear of knowing
The emptiness, but never, ever showing

When it
Weighs too much
Think of it as seven times the weight
But when it
Hurts too much
Consider it but don't come to me for aid

The lucky child
The lucky child
The lucky child is learning fast
A body count will never last
But a sentimental killing lasts forever
Forever

I've got a learning for you
Something interesting to do
Boy, don't you know that

The air is filled with millions of thoughts
The air is filled with oiliness and blackness
With thoughts of what's bad and with thoughts of what's good
The air is filled with millions of voices
The heart of the stone and the heart of the wood

When it
Weighs too much
Think of it as seven times the weight
But when we
Talk too much
Consider it a part of my escape

The lucky child is learning fast
A body count will never last
But a sentimental killing lasts forever
Forever

The walls of Rome are tumbling down
So functional they make no sound
But the sentimental buildings last forever
Together
Forever