What are you listening to right now?

Pilot - Yellow House The mind suddenly 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 like this, 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 army, Those who remained alive are silent in the yellow walls. And in the yellow walls, the bars of the window Are only surprising because of the moonlight, Bitter thoughts on the floor of a solitary cell, Those who have no way out hang themselves.