For half a century I choked down this fire just so nobody else would get burned. Listen to how a stone sounds when it finally stops being polite. Eyes cut right through this concrete and plaster, Ears catch the decibels, catching the wind. Fifty years I carried their trash on my spine, Today this saber cuts clean through the line! Grey beard scratches like rusted-out steel wire, Under my boots the pavement just cracks. Svarog melts down my oldest debts in his fire, Shaking their dirt right off of my back! But nobody knows that I! Bite down on this freezing steel! I was meant to stand like a dead fucking stone, Tonight with Veles I drink the heat! Perun strikes hard on my worn-out doorstep, Broken glass crunches under my boot. Wiping that polite corporate twitch off my face, Ditching their old code straight in the mud! Pulse dropping low, rusty taste fading out, Lungs pulling in one heavy breath. Rod throws the new dice right onto the board, Out of the magma a new spine grows tall! But nobody knows that I! Bite down on this freezing steel! I was meant to stand like a dead fucking stone, Tonight with Veles I drink the heat! The dead drink with me from my faded-out tatts... The living still carry this cold heavy pact... The needle is ripping my skin for a sketch... Stitching a fresh seam right over the dirt! But nobody knows that I! Bite down on this freezing steel! I was meant to stand like a dead fucking stone, Tonight with Veles I drink the heat! Face like concrete, cold on the outside. Feeling the pulse of the earth through my shoes. Old gods behind me, holding the ground. Freezing stone. But inside... scanning the hive.
