Текст песни coddy - что будет с нами, если завтра апрель.

Numbers uncovered nerves torn
and part of me is already framed by an impersonal season
Like the ice is warm, like the heat is corrugated, but the color is black
And the edges are ragged with concrete. Touch
And the windows are cold forehead, and squeezes a cardiac arrest
The air somewhere inside us covers callousness
Doom ratio of percent dust to zeros
Neat vanilla stretches into the distance but not afraid of itself
Humidity .... ??? dullness ..... rub it ??? February
Red mustiness destroys dreams
Tearing the air winter sleeps and breathes
And it smells of sand and rain, a long morning
Clay glare in burrows in summer
In the eyes of blue the ship is arched
That's all that unites us, just jump.
And your look is black and white, highlighted
Vein preamps, external stimuli
Internal system instead of desktop themes
And with what we have, time is incompatible
A little bit of asphalt and a little bit crooked
But is it enough to fix the ether
From tile tiles, from cuts to tiles
And the blood is no longer visible. eyes soaked
And we primitivism planned extreme
Threaded under a warm prototype of paintings
But proximity crushed quarantine at an early stage to leave
After all, the grayness of days has become a routine
Objectivity cannot be saved by type of objectivity
The outcome is reliable, burned out in the fragility of separation
Cotton matter chewing abscesses, opening
The most harmless type of anonymous type

Cover yourself with soft cloth, breathe in seconds
It’s so quiet and easier to be.
As if now someone else’s time is needed
What will happen to us if tomorrow is April?