Анна Ситникова

Well, I'm standing by a river, but the water doesn't flow, it boils with every poison you can think of, and I'm underneath the streetlight, the delight of joy I know, scared beyond belief, way down in the shadows. And the herded fear of violence chokes a smile on every face, the common sense is ringing out loud, this ain't no technological breakdown, oh no, this is the road to hell.