Болховитин Александр Павлович truth behind my back

Here we go again


I drag the truth behind my back
In a sack, so no one sees it, silent
A cop stops me “Who the fuck are you?
I say “Don’t touch, there’s a curse inside it

And they back off, a little shake
They’re scared of truth like plague infection
They whisper “Yes” but keep it fake
One wrong move, and fucking phases? Direction?



Truth is heavy! Truth is pain!

Put on my sack – who are you now?


Only silence is the code
Truth burns alone… without you… from the void

I’ve dragged this sack for many years
The weight, the hits from every corner
I break no laws, I shed no tears
But why the fuck? I’m just a mourner

They broke the road, they changed the maps
The destination is erased now
All slogans written – full of gaps
Our ears are washed with echo’s wave

Stop the drag – just let it fall Let it fall…
They’ll still swap the light for shadows Light for shadows…
We’re not humans – we are flares
On the roadside of collective laziness
WHERE’S THE TRUTH? In the sack? Rotten dead?
Or it never was – just fog in the head?


Deaf and blind we march ahead
For years without a single word
We wait for good weather instead
Look back “Who did this to us?” Absurd

Who lags behind – they’re gone, no trace
The crowd keeps silent step by step
We never help the fallen face
They tell us “He’s a fucking traitor, let him rot


I remember the smell of the earth after the first rain
And how we laughed, not knowing what “forbidden” meant



Now even birds fly without wings
The truth in the sack? Just a fucking… violation


Wish I could drop it… untie




WHO GIVES A FUCK?!


Stop the drag – just let it fall!
They’ll still swap the light for shadows!
We’re not humans – we are flares
On the roadside of collective laziness!
WHERE’S THE TRUTH? In the sack? Rotten dead?
Or it never was – just fog in the head?


They rewrote all the battle's history
Changed names along the way
The crowd just shuffles – mystery
Of tongues and slogans – a tidal wave

They try to mold us into “society
Pick out the poorest, give them coins
Enough to live on their annuity
On their ass, while spreading zits and groins

Accounts are open but watched closely
One wrong move – immediate BLOCK
People will scatter across the field ghostly
To know where truth is? You need a clock


I’m tired… you want to drop your sack
‘Cause people don’t give a shit – no shame
What they destroy? For me – no shock
Fate and this path – it’s all my blame

I drop the sack… it’s empty?
A hole inside… and blood at the bottom dried


They called his truth – “guilty
They called his truth – “guilty