Текст песни PlayingTheAngel - CORONER.

coroner
this spider-hole city, I am an arachnologist in it,
everyone wants to be a companion to heaven, but I'm on the pit stop.
I remember by heart: keys and bends of a piano
that he sounded so upset when he moved to the Philharmonic,
yes, I will shoot myself after lubricating the barrel with powdered sugar
I will fasten to the steering wheel while sitting in a semi-bucket Sparko on yamomoto and cufflinks
(I'll dance on pneuma)
humiliating gourmets, noble varieties of namiksuyu with rabble
I don't bluff, I don't drift.
and when I shoot, I will only feel the recoil
maybe it's blasphemy, but I'm more of a Pastafarian than a buffoon
my most sincere dance on coals.
and when the world ceases to amaze, I will be for you both a harper and a guslar
business partner, mister troublemaker, whiskey from me, assessing the risks, shoot
and I still have time to pull the trigger
freezing, drifting on an ice floe, love will find me
and I will come to her with a stone, like the love of penguins
I, just like you, hostage of all utopias in the world