[Intro: Playful, sarcastic bassline, dry acoustic drums] [Verse 1: Lazy, mocking vocal] They broke the fingers, they signed the page. Now they are resting in their golden age. Drinking warm tea in a country house, Quiet as a ghost, timid as a mouse. [Pre-Chorus: Guitars winding up] Oh, the medals on the chest are shining so bright. Hiding the shadows of a frozen night. [Chorus: Guitars explode, loud and angry, belting vocal] But you can't wash the blood with a summer rain! The architects of sorrow, the masters of pain! You retired the monsters, but kept the machine! The dirtiest hands that you pretend are clean! [Bridge: Sudden drop to just bass and vocals] No justice. No trial. Just a quiet retreat. While the ghosts are marching down the winter street. [Outro: Theatrical laugh fading into guitar feedback] Keep pretending.
