ДжИн - Тысяча игл - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Spin the globe like a sphere—lands and oceans—with gills growing deep into the depths, with the hunger of a kraken. A riot. A hypnotist implants all your taboos—a brain-punch—the final checkpoint in the race to be number one. (Nah.)

Good afternoon—joint in hand, gazing at the sky in a Broadway square. Wherever I roam, my strategy is Zen, my fate is Prometheus. Arrogance is dust; a sharp knife in the back serves as a trophy.

I trust no one; don't reach out your hands. Your life is a special effect—like a flashback in a twilight forest.

Once number one, a voodoo shaman poisoned me, and I squandered it all. My fallen soul surrendered to vice; every day was a den of iniquity, every step a false start.

Forgive me for a thousand days spent high on Sativa.

Forgive me for the stench of vomit in motel bathrooms.

Forgive me for a thousand moral compasses I’ve shattered.

Forgive me for the surgeon’s scalpel, for a thousand piercing needles.

A recreated persona: a dashing captain sinking monster after monster.

Give me an Oscar—I’ll trade it for a liter of Tortuga rum.

Disciples gathering for a sermon at the center of a vicious circle.

You sit cozy beneath a blanket, breathing in the rich scent of mulled wine...

While outside, they churn blood into the snow.

A system of variable substitutions.

What is my limit point? To pierce your flesh, to remain a splinter lodged in your minds.

An insufferable bastard, a freak, a hack writer—that’s me in a nutshell. My biography is a blueprint for deceit; I strike a key, and a toxic fog swirls around me.

Here it is—the cast of the essence, the connecting wire.

A method of cell division, a monitoring of test tubes and samples.

A half-slumbering ego, eyes glued to the monitor screen.

With a placebo effect, we wrap the tattered scraps of reality in a veil of illusion.