Thirteen - Forward Russia

Choose life

We all can lean on figures and crutches

It’s such an easy thing to do when you’re so unaware

We all can change our tegument’s function

Replace the outer shell with something more neoteric

We all can lean on figures and crutches

A busy wife-child losing all her selfish memory

Will only lean on figures and crutches

Become a child and plastic surgeon

Let her go

Yelled the occupied pharaohs

A lucky soul

Who just so happened to break out

She took the corner way

And in the event of that the normal result should fail…

If you won’t blink at me, I’m coming

If you want to be something new, I’m coming

If you won’t blink at me, I’m coming

And I won’t breathe at all

Until you blink at me, I’m coming

If you want to be something new, I’m coming

If you won’t blink at me, I’m coming

And I won’t breathe until

We all can lean on figures and crutches

The politburos will expect their free lunches

And all the prison guards rely on their hunches

But we’re assured of the existence of a better way:

We all can lean on figures and crutches

Replace our hearts

And if you won’t blink at me, I’m coming

If you want to be something new, I’m coming

If you won’t blink at me, I’m coming

And I won’t breathe at all

Until you blink at me, I’m coming

If you want to be something new, I’m coming

If you won’t blink at me, I’m coming

And I won’t breathe until

You’re strolling down the pavement

If you won’t blink at me, I’m coming

If you want to be something new, I’m coming

If you won’t blink at me, I’m coming

And I won’t breathe at all

Until you blink at me, I’m coming

If you want to be something new, I’m coming

If you won’t blink at me, I’m coming

And I won’t breathe at all