| Song | We Want Guarantees, Not Hunger Pains |
| Artist | Closure in Moscow |
| Album | The Penance And The Patience |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I’ll be a martyr for your indifference | |
| If you promise to line my tomb with trinkets | |
| There won’t be a resonating cry | |
| Just an awkward formal dialogue | |
| Between my ghost and those I’ve denied | |
| We want guarantees, not hunger pains | |
| But starvation just won’t subside | |
| Somewhere between the penance and the patience | |
| You drift with every word they say | |
| Somewhere between the penance and the patience | |
| I think we’ve lost our way | |
| You told me what you stand for | |
| The sleepless crusade | |
| The bitter campaign | |
| In every room that we walk in | |
| The walls are skin and they’re writhing | |
| Oh they’re writhing | |
| In every room that we walk in | |
| The walls are skin and they’re writhing | |
| Oh they’re writhing | |
| Somewhere between the penance and the patience | |
| You drift with every word they say | |
| Somewhere between the penance and the patience | |
| I think we’ve lost our way | |
| You’d be unwise to sate the urge | |
| But go ahead you wouldn’t be the first | |
| In every room that we walk in | |
| The walls are skin and they’re writhing | |
| Oh they’re writhing | |
| In every room that we walk in | |
| The walls are skin and they’re writhing | |
| Oh they’re writhing | |
| Somewhere between the penance and the patience | |
| You drift with every word they say | |
| Somewhere between the penance and the patience | |
| I think we’ve lost our way | |
| Somewhere between the penance and the patience | |
| You drift with every word they say | |
| Somewhere between the penance and the patience | |
| I think we’ve lost our way | |
| Somewhere between the penance and the patience | |
| Somewhere between the penance and the patience |
| I' ll be a martyr for your indifference | |
| If you promise to line my tomb with trinkets | |
| There won' t be a resonating cry | |
| Just an awkward formal dialogue | |
| Between my ghost and those I' ve denied | |
| We want guarantees, not hunger pains | |
| But starvation just won' t subside | |
| Somewhere between the penance and the patience | |
| You drift with every word they say | |
| Somewhere between the penance and the patience | |
| I think we' ve lost our way | |
| You told me what you stand for | |
| The sleepless crusade | |
| The bitter campaign | |
| In every room that we walk in | |
| The walls are skin and they' re writhing | |
| Oh they' re writhing | |
| In every room that we walk in | |
| The walls are skin and they' re writhing | |
| Oh they' re writhing | |
| Somewhere between the penance and the patience | |
| You drift with every word they say | |
| Somewhere between the penance and the patience | |
| I think we' ve lost our way | |
| You' d be unwise to sate the urge | |
| But go ahead you wouldn' t be the first | |
| In every room that we walk in | |
| The walls are skin and they' re writhing | |
| Oh they' re writhing | |
| In every room that we walk in | |
| The walls are skin and they' re writhing | |
| Oh they' re writhing | |
| Somewhere between the penance and the patience | |
| You drift with every word they say | |
| Somewhere between the penance and the patience | |
| I think we' ve lost our way | |
| Somewhere between the penance and the patience | |
| You drift with every word they say | |
| Somewhere between the penance and the patience | |
| I think we' ve lost our way | |
| Somewhere between the penance and the patience | |
| Somewhere between the penance and the patience |
| I' ll be a martyr for your indifference | |
| If you promise to line my tomb with trinkets | |
| There won' t be a resonating cry | |
| Just an awkward formal dialogue | |
| Between my ghost and those I' ve denied | |
| We want guarantees, not hunger pains | |
| But starvation just won' t subside | |
| Somewhere between the penance and the patience | |
| You drift with every word they say | |
| Somewhere between the penance and the patience | |
| I think we' ve lost our way | |
| You told me what you stand for | |
| The sleepless crusade | |
| The bitter campaign | |
| In every room that we walk in | |
| The walls are skin and they' re writhing | |
| Oh they' re writhing | |
| In every room that we walk in | |
| The walls are skin and they' re writhing | |
| Oh they' re writhing | |
| Somewhere between the penance and the patience | |
| You drift with every word they say | |
| Somewhere between the penance and the patience | |
| I think we' ve lost our way | |
| You' d be unwise to sate the urge | |
| But go ahead you wouldn' t be the first | |
| In every room that we walk in | |
| The walls are skin and they' re writhing | |
| Oh they' re writhing | |
| In every room that we walk in | |
| The walls are skin and they' re writhing | |
| Oh they' re writhing | |
| Somewhere between the penance and the patience | |
| You drift with every word they say | |
| Somewhere between the penance and the patience | |
| I think we' ve lost our way | |
| Somewhere between the penance and the patience | |
| You drift with every word they say | |
| Somewhere between the penance and the patience | |
| I think we' ve lost our way | |
| Somewhere between the penance and the patience | |
| Somewhere between the penance and the patience |