A one year journey is hard
In the dark trunk of a car
Nothing feels right or left, I wonder
If it's supposed to be worth it yet
I'm so afraid of the end of the road Cause I don't know where that path goes
And maybe nothing I say or what I write
Will be worth the fight

Oh, motherland, motherland
I miss the brush of your hand
Oh, motherland, motherland
What would mother have said?
Myshka, don't be afraid of the big bad wolf
Cause your heart is home and it's made of stone
No one can take my pride
If you don't let them inside
So you hide that red cloak like a scarlet letter
And you learn to survive

I know that I'm of monetary value to you
You're fucking depraved but you're good at what you do
And at every alley you're trying to sell me
And each deal you make I'm deeper in the labyrinth
And maybe someday I'll finally be free And when that day comes you will remember me
And I sold my soul just to cut through my leash
I gave myself up but you'll never own me

And my mama said Myshka, don't be afraid of the big bad wolf
Cause your heart is home and it's made of stone
No one can take my pride
If I don't let them inside
So I hide my red cloak like a scarlet letter
And I learn to survive