Matryoshka Songtext
von PONZI

We′re born with it my friend
Let's find the way back home
We′re lost now, we've been
Is there a way back home?

At the first warning signs
They laughed and bade their time
Nail them down and put them up
Only then will they answer to us
All that's left must be divined
All that′s left must be divined

All my years, all my friends
Nothing but downward slopes
Burned to wicks, we′ve been
And barely a flicker of hope
We have to keep


Our heads
Above the spit

She waits upon the suns to bring her end
While her tears bleed her thin
Fortunes only made for those of us who've bought or traded in
Will they ever come to be?
Maybe we′ll also come to feed

Steer the pick there's no saving it
As you watch it crack and split its head
Hold my love, it′s tempting to break
Hear
Hear

Savor it, all my friends
Time only tells, resist
And maybe there'll be a home


That′s never it, that's never it
I'll never sit, I′ll never sit
Through every stone I have to split
Split