Feel the tension mount,
You'd better savour the shakes, son
It's such a beautiful brutality
But you don't remember the nightmare
Clearly enough to do it justice
Something about interrogation
And watching your lover die of exhaustion
In the snow
Or a burning house
In order to save your own worthless life.

Some kind of comrade
Who you know will sell you short
So you grass him up
Before he breathes your name
A barn where you are forced to live
Amidst the snow
Burns down

Again and again.

You wake, sweating, staring, horrified
And are terrified to move
Or stay still.

They wonder why you shake and drink at dawn.