Turnover Night // 十三八
Turnover night
Put up a fight
Be a man
Gather up
Stand tall and firm
Put on a grin
Don't bother
It will all be over soon
For nothing is there
And nothing will stay
Will anything matter
Tomorrow
We'll see
We are the rats
In the cities of gods
And the guts are spilled
Across the roads and
Slightly aroused
Brains will be doused
Poked at
With electric sticks and
Nothing's to matter
Anymore
Put up a fight
Be a man
Gather up
Stand tall and firm
Put on a grin
Don't bother
It will all be over soon
For nothing is there
And nothing will stay
Will anything matter
Tomorrow
We'll see
We are the rats
In the cities of gods
And the guts are spilled
Across the roads and
Slightly aroused
Brains will be doused
Poked at
With electric sticks and
Nothing's to matter
Anymore
Credits
Writer(s): Tomáš Klézl, Vladislav Uskov
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