Alex Kontsov, Isentie - Red Dust

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
We're not going to Mars
This place doesn't have enough of us
You've poisoned the land, land that you live in
Gave it another bruise
You’ve taken warmth from within
That’s the path you choose 
We're not going to Mars
This place doesn't have enough of us
We're gonna break through the air
Floating in silence...
The red dust over my head
When homeland is choking on violence
We're 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 you're used to this
How scary it is to sense no more?
Is it worth the risk?
We're not going to Mars
This place doesn't have enough of us
We're gonna break through the air
Floating in silence...
The red dust over my head
When homeland is choking on violence