Closure in Moscow
We Want Guarantees, Not Hunger Pains
[Verse]
I’ll be a martyr for your indifference
If you promise to line my tomb with trinkets
There won’t be a resonating cry, just an awkward formal dialogue
Between my ghost and those I’ve denied

[Pre-Chorus 1]
We want guarantees, not hunger pains
But starvation won’t subside

[Chorus]
Somewhere between the penance and the patience
(You drift with every word they say)
Somewhere between the penance and the patience
(I think we’ve lost our way)

[Bridge 1]
You told me what you stand for
The sleepless crusade, the bitter campaign

[Pre-Chorus 2]
In every room that we walk in
The walls are skin and they’re writhing, oh they’re writhing
In every room that we walk in
The walls are skin and they’re writhing, oh they’re writhing!
[Chorus]
Somewhere between the penance and the patience
(You drift with every word they say)
Somewhere between the penance and the patience
(I think we’ve lost our way)

[Bridge 2]
You’d be unwise to sate the urge
But go ahead, you wouldn’t be the first

[Pre-Chorus 2]
In every room that we walk in
The walls are skin and they’re writhing, oh they’re writhing
In every room that we walk in
The walls are skin and they’re writhing, oh they’re writhing!

[Chorus]
Somewhere between the penance and the patience
(You drift with every word they say)
Somewhere between the penance and the patience
(I think we’ve lost our way)

Somewhere between the penance and the patience
(You drift with every word they say)
Somewhere between the penance and the patience
(I think we’ve lost our way)
[Outro]
Somewhere between the penance and the patience
Somewhere between the penance and the patience...