Angel - Бессонница
текст песни

God's eye is torn out, the sun doesn't see us
Going blind from cigarette smoke
At the hour of half-drunk playgrounds
In the hour of midnight nicotine
We are offline, the windows are boarded up
Doors tucked into concrete walls
Throwing away phones with apples
Without dividing into left and right
Waves of fog - we smoke questions
Concerned by relatives
We found ourselves in the abyss of space
We turned off the turbines forever
There's a kitchen revolution on the rental planet.
I don't say hello to God out of pride
And until dawn, poetry is like currency
In the kingdom of my light-eyed insomnia
In the kingdom of my light-eyed insomnia
Cigarette smoke is like blood in a warm bath
I step over the edge and don't fall
The sky is crimson with torn clouds
New morning is like repentance
A man sleeps in a barred room
Like wires, entangled in opinion
Hidden in a box with work and porn
A man excluded from time sleeps
Fuck the tracks - treadmills
Fuck me in the next episode
I don't want to freeze on the cover
With a photoshopped point of view
The kingdom of my light-eyed insomnia
The nerve knocks outward against the veins
Pilgrims pray under the domes
To those who were called an apostate of the faith
There's a kitchen revolution on the rental planet.
I don't say hello to God out of pride
And until dawn, poetry is like currency
In the kingdom of my light-eyed insomnia
In the kingdom of my light-eyed insomnia

The veins will disappear from the search for a buzz
The muse will disappear from the thirst for recognition
More reposts, likes and drive
Legalized drug addiction
In this war, for the desire to be first
Flies knock on open windows
Sacrificing themselves
I declare myself defeated