A relic of the iron curtain; she's power-dressed and Stalinesque. Our regal bee to drop the axe like an anvil-built Olympiad? Can I get a fucking witness? My room is veined in Stasi wire. We pull the wool over her eyes just like Shostakovich with his ninth. Underneath the radar, can I be detected? Hidden in the margins, we are not born, we are not. Underneath the radar, can I be detected? Around the curfew, we are not born, we are not. Throwing her head back and laughing, molars crowned in SS gold. Can I get a witness? This ego in landing, strikes a pose befitting. Underneath the radar, can I be detected? Hidden in the margins, we are not born we are not. We are not born, we are not.