Tver Junkies

"You're dreaming of heroin, of something that feels clean and not like poison. But you can't afford it, so you keep doing the krokodil. Until you die." - Sasha Azik, rest in peace my brother.

This place is fucking rancid
see, it's a place where poisons
are cooked in the pit.
All for a hit,
of that caramel grunge
the most vile shit you'll ever see.
It slugs through our hardening arteries
spits on our rotting flesh
and occupies our bone marrow
And still we do the Krokodil.

We're supposed to package it
sell it off to fuckers as foolish as us.
maybe even to buy that good, clean shit..
More often than not, the shit we cook.
We piss away on ourselves
injecting other's suffering
only into ourselves
(You're fucking welcome)
don't miss your god damn vein,
or you'll have your arm sawn off.
Half the fucking time, we don't even hit up a hospital.

Through an hour trip, the high tastes like pierogi
then we come down
crashing the fuck down
like we've been Spartan kicked off a fucking sky scraper
Struved to the fucking concrete.
If we survive the night, we wake into unbearable pain
our lust for the shit
taints our names.

Either we suck it up, neglect our lives..
Or do the amputations ourselves.
The saw out by the log still dripping with blood
from Oleg's spill.
We've been raided too many times
and copped a shit ton of fines.
Suffered some prison time..
We've lost limbs, our bones taste fresh air
And still we do the Krokodil.

Gegen drogen, my values speak louder
now that I stand above your grave.
Tver junkie, you've rotten too far to decay
Thousands die, millions suffer..
comrades perish, all around
And still they do the Krokodil.