Kult - Krew jak śnieg

(What I like most is to visualize
the final collapse of the corporate system)

(One, two, three, four)

Everyone’s bored of the same old song
But maybe it’s not too late just yet
Still, I can see — it’s going nowhere
Each day dumber than the one before it

Blood like snow
Come to your senses now
Blood like bread

The final collapse of the corporate system
Yes, I do visualize it
It’s supposed to start when I get back from holiday —
For now, it’s not entirely bad… not yet

Blood like snow
Come to your senses now
Be quiet now!

Not everything sells equally well
There’s barely anything worse it could get
Art — a servant of politics?
Brother, why make a whore out of music? Hey!

Blood like snow
Come to your senses now
Snow like bread!

Bring it on!

By tomorrow, everything must be cleaned
By tomorrow, everything must be in order
But I still hear the clatter of wheels —
For God’s sake, don’t believe that nonsense! Hey!

Blood like snow
Come to your senses now
It’s completely wrong

Blood like bread
Bread and wine
Wine and blood
Wine and song

(You see — everyone’s completely wasted)