Overload
#russianrap #rap Lyrics translate (deepl): Overload in the head Data loss. Couple of creocameras with memories. Slow pulse, but a migraine. Overload in the head Life 404. This surrealism is heaven's punishment, apparently. Reality is a fantasy. Stupor sets in. Like I'm made of rubber. The stupas go down alleys of fire. Then into the mire. The world is too fragmented. Split apart Colors have blended into gray, Dust has turned to pixels. Bitrate drops Resistance is rising This whole world is shrinking Ego shrinks Patience is running out. These thoughts are useless. I'm waiting for them to do a striptease over the corpses. The images become more and more twisted. Screaming from beneath my cerebral cortex. They tell me to run. But it's too late, it's impossible, not today.
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#russianrap #rap Lyrics translate (deepl): Overload in the head Data loss. Couple of creocameras with memories. Slow pulse, but a migraine. Overload in the head Life 404. This surrealism is heaven's punishment, apparently. Reality is a fantasy. Stupor sets in. Like I'm made of rubber. The stupas go down alleys of fire. Then into the mire. The world is too fragmented. Split apart Colors have blended into gray, Dust has turned to pixels. Bitrate drops Resistance is rising This whole world is shrinking Ego shrinks Patience is running out. These thoughts are useless. I'm waiting for them to do a striptease over the corpses. The images become more and more twisted. Screaming from beneath my cerebral cortex. They tell me to run. But it's too late, it's impossible, not today.