What are you listening to right now?

Pilot - Yellow House Suddenly, the mind detached from reality, Coordination was lost, steps faltered, Yellow shackles and an abundance of tears, And all days are shrouded in a veil of dreams. It seems it will pass, it seems everything will be, It seems you will die old and gray, But in the book of changing fates, The war goes on, and the smoke never ends. An old scheme, you died heroically. Receive a medal and disappear completely, Multiplying corpses on the banners of the troops, Those who remained alive are silent in the yellow walls. And in the yellow walls, stripes of bars, Only the moonlight is surprising, Bitter reflections on the floor of a solitary cell, Those who have no way out hang themselves.