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Coddy ft. Gillia − вены/трубы
Sometimes it is very important to get to the extreme of despair and impasse. Then go through three stages of acceptance, bounce and move in the other direction. There is no reason why you need to stay in this impasse for a long time or forever and end your life story like that. Sometimes it is enough to finish another series of psychodrama.
Coddy ft. Gillia – Veins/Pipes
(Title & Lyrics translated from Russian)
Gillia:
Towel licks your face with a gnash
You see I'm still diligent
By diligent impotence
And quotes hooked on my back that look like wings
Conversation ruined into nothing
Like flags of a sunken land
Salute the captain of goodwill
Because fear makes you do it, which is so huge
This is gray concrete, not asvetol
The outcome is lethal, and there is no harm
Flasks of liquid metal in coffee grinders
I'm pinned down by them
Chorus:
And my veins flow like pipes
And it's hard to pull myself together
Because palms are like mercury
And the boa constrictor is entangled in itself
And my veins flow like pipes
And it's hard to pull myself together
Because palms are like mercury
And there is nothing after the morning
Coddy:
They burn the doors inside us with a light
The captivity of the walls suffocates for salvation
And now we are with you decorations
On the eyelid, critically destroyed stems
And it hurts – the pupils are delirious
The envy of these hands gnaws at the skin
Hold your prayers possessed
To choose a similar pseudo life for yourself
These are stones in the veins, like blood clots in the kidneys
And tears up bodies putting us in line
The heart is only an imprecise mechanism, not durable
To be resistant to everything
Everything we have is flowing through our veins
Filtering information from outside
All we have is farce or illusion
Lifelong colorless
Chorus:
And my veins flow like pipes
And it's hard to pull myself together
Because palms are like mercury
And the boa constrictor is entangled in itself
And my veins flow like pipes
And it's hard to pull myself together
Because palms are like mercury
And there is nothing after the morning
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