Three - Forward Russia

When the pen's left dry 
Your visa card expired 

A sympathetic witness with a kindly disposition won't save you all! 
I read it in the magazine that nothing else will change! 

Shut your face! shut your face! 
Backtrack markings, modern dates. 
Figure 8s, falling suns 
Cutting pasting local rapes 

I have grace 
Fuck that grace! 
You're the artist, not the slave! 
Murder can be law 

But don't forget the hype 
The endless reels of numbers 

A syncopatic now asphysiated common logic won't save you all! 
I read it in the magazine that nothing else will change! 

I have grace 
Fuck that grace! 
You're the artist, not the slave! 
Shut your face! shut your face! 
... (?) 
I have grace 
Fuck that grace! 
You're the artist, not the slave! 
Murder can be law 

It all occured to me 
The ease of being this free 

Close your eyes 
Become blind 
Leave or wait 
Your heart awakes!