Seventeen
Forward Russia Lyrics

Lecher, apologize, be sorry
The singer is urging someone to apologize so that they don't become a lecher

Slow is the night That wipes the tears from your eyes
The night moves slowly as it helps to dry the tears of the sorrowful

Jurassic Park your husk in the burning Bed of mess you laid Bleeding conscience knows
The singer is suggesting that the person lay in the bed of chaos they created and their conscience knows the truth

Bleeding conscience left you slow
The person's guilt has caused them to become slow

Lie to the tracker, lie to the tracker Lie to the tracker, let him know That your heart's on fire Your eyeball's inflamed And your arm's incinerated
The artist is encouraging someone to lie to cover up the physical effects that come with a forbidden relationship

That your mouth's excited Your body's entwined And your tongue's incarcerated
Continuation of encouraging the person to lie about their physical relationship

I sit astride your rough-fed cigarette burns Wondering just what you looked like so long ago I sit astride your rough-fed cigarette burns Begging with you, pleading you to know
The singer is imagining what the person looked like before they were burnt out and is begging for insight into their past

Lecher, do not deny your body The right to choose its form and corneal function
The artist is advising the person to not deny their body the right to choose what they want and need