Текст песни psychowhale feat. Moro - Кома

thoughts drip onto the leaf again
and I step on the blade like an equilibrist
visited the top and your Gods are not there
flashback to the bottom - bathyscaphe to the bottom

yes, and you try to curb that evil,
that lets out ink and feather at night
and if you are sad like Pierrot, you will not see success
the flywheel is running, 1 despondency is a sin

and 2 anger and 3 envy devours us all from the inside
while every 4 greedily tries to quench their thirst
5 pride and 6 lust change their appearance
keep your ticket home, 7 glutton

I, like a tomograph, see right through you
a draft from soullessness cools the blood
vomited by sins - the individual is drowned
troubles are bearded, and in faith they are disabled

chorus
Out of the light is the mind. Phase shift.
Sly at a party. Frozen channels
Rhythms hung. Heart in the catacomb.
Chronos was numb, but I'm in the COME!

I'm no stranger to parchment scars, feathers!
Permanent environment is depth for me
Thoughts that suddenly left
Leaving a residue and a taste of annoyance

Again my impulse is besieged by the absence of pain
A tangled bundle of nerves remained in my throat.
Blood clots on the soul - imprints of sinful stakes!
And it seems to be alive, but there are signs of a coma around!

The ghosts of will scream for peace, but natures are weak-willed!
I'm sick in nature! Hear their cries, hear them howl!
Doctor, give me the keys, I'll open them ...

The secrets from your skull will be transferred
Into binary and go to space
Where our stars go out
Where we are held captive by time