آهنگ: Forward, Russia. Life Processes. Breaking Standing.

I fled through mist the instant that I saw
The bruises on the inside of your face
Those purple blotches showed 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 pessimists denied eternal death
And the hospital-born
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
You're forcing me to go on
Through the pain and fear of knowing
The emptiness
But never 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 is learning fast
Our body count will never last
But the sentimental killing lasts forever
Forever

I've got a medic for you,
Something it drives me to do,
Why don't you know that the air is filled with millions of thoughts
The air is filled with holiness and badness
The air is filled with thoughts of what's bad and what's good
The air is filled with millions of voices
The heart of the stone and the heart of the one

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
Our body count will never last
But the sentimental killing lasts forever
Forever

The walls of Rome are tumbling down
So functional
They make no sound
But the sentimental building stands
Forever
Together
Forever