[Intro:]
And you could smell the city burning
And you could hear the people crying
And then you could see the angels and demons inviting
And you could feel the cold winter winds biting
[Verse 1: Apathy]
Somebody give me a mic, wack rappers better run for they life
You’ll hear thunderin’ like somebody summonin’ poltergeists
Days turn to nights, summers turn in to ice
Every verse that I write, it’s like a furnace ignites
With the snow covered sills in the Bolshevik region
Old women light candles and they pray every evenin’
That on cold dark nights when the winds are freezin’
They could walk through the woods to avoid the demons
Kids throwin’ rocks at the broke-down tanks
Grandfathers fill journals with they memory banks
When his brother went blind cause he stepped on a mine
That got left behind from the Cold War times
Every song, every rhyme, every old wives tale
Every faded photograph that got lost in the mail
Every stew that was brewed to make the bread less stale
When the time felt colder than Siberian jail
Through the rain, through the hail, through the hell on earth
Heart pumps ice water since the day of my birth
From a war torn village where a warrior’s born
In snowstorms keepin' warm in a soldier’s uniform
And you could smell the city burning
And you could hear the people crying
And then you could see the angels and demons inviting
And you could feel the cold winter winds biting
[Verse 1: Apathy]
Somebody give me a mic, wack rappers better run for they life
You’ll hear thunderin’ like somebody summonin’ poltergeists
Days turn to nights, summers turn in to ice
Every verse that I write, it’s like a furnace ignites
With the snow covered sills in the Bolshevik region
Old women light candles and they pray every evenin’
That on cold dark nights when the winds are freezin’
They could walk through the woods to avoid the demons
Kids throwin’ rocks at the broke-down tanks
Grandfathers fill journals with they memory banks
When his brother went blind cause he stepped on a mine
That got left behind from the Cold War times
Every song, every rhyme, every old wives tale
Every faded photograph that got lost in the mail
Every stew that was brewed to make the bread less stale
When the time felt colder than Siberian jail
Through the rain, through the hail, through the hell on earth
Heart pumps ice water since the day of my birth
From a war torn village where a warrior’s born
In snowstorms keepin' warm in a soldier’s uniform
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