[Skit: female voice, distorted, lo-fi, glitched, robotic] We apologize. This material is no longer available — unless, of course, you have a time machine. [Intro: distant voice, lo-fi, distorted, bass drone starts] "In this smoke? ... In the smoke... hah... hah..." [Verse: whispered, glitchy vocals, beat drops hard] Angels are stupid, streets full of blood They'll kill all of you, seeing this means it's ti-i-i-ime Your car is some kind of scary hearse But what if this is the e-e-end of existence? On repeat — frequency Angels are enemies for each of us I have exact same car as you mentioned, yeah Even the same engine, a-a-gain That very one, saw a fucked-up Mercedes Black car, world full of fire... Zareva... [Chorus: maximum bass pressure, synths scream, distorted kick] Holy streets and angels walk, yeah They say all this is for you Just ask — and they'll explain everything Zareva... [Outro: beat fades, only sub-bass and glitchy synths, voice repeats distantly] "In this smoke... hah... in the smoke..." [Skit: female voice, distorted, lo-fi, glitched, robotic] "I don't know what this is... sorry."
