Mo Troper – Moscow To The Ground Lyrics

Moscow To The Ground – Mo Troper Lyrics

These days I’m an artifact

The negative space in a photograph

But they all know deep down

I burned Moscow to the ground

As of late I’m an afterthought

And trails I blazed are all well-trod

And it’s nothing they’d say out loud

But I burned Moscow to the ground

They cut me into sections

When they drew the lines

Now I just leave impressions

Like a pantomime

These days I’ve got a poison bite

And my silver tongue’s been tied

And it’s a bush they beat around

But I burned Moscow to the ground