Red Dust Alex Kontsov, Isentie

If this is what we are living for

So what about the rules

If this is all what you came for

Walk in my shoes



Were not going to Mars

This place doesnt have enough of us



Youve poisoned the land, land that you live in

Gave it another bruise

You’ve taken warmth from within

That’s the path you choose 



Were not going to Mars

This place doesnt have enough of us



Were gonna break through the air

Floating in silence...

The red dust over my head

When homeland is choking on violence



Were gonna break through the air

Floating in silence...

The red dust over my head

When homeland is choking on violence



The war knocks at an every door

But youre used to this

How scary it is to sense no more?

Is it worth the risk?



Were not going to Mars

This place doesnt have enough of us



Were gonna break through the air

Floating in silence...

The red dust over my head

When homeland is choking on violence