The Misanthrope piosenki

A legion of the obsequious. That they're unaware of what they stand for is but an irrelevant detail in the stubborn minds of their masters. The strings wear thin for some, but they'll never truly snap. There are a million and one ways to distract you from this...

One solitary being, an erstwhile companion of the Earth, is now upon us Acting as a ramification of a destructive past And the solution to an abysmally hopeless future An oblivious but timely emergence Treading with a sense of indifference A child...

We, we mere Muscovites, we had no choice but to make this place our home. With, with lack of light, and echoed voices and chills that reach the bone. I wander through these pitch black tunnels, away from the comforts of exhibition. I can't help but think that...