Filth

[Verse 1]

I forget all the stupid sorrow,
flying dizzy in fever's flight,
through the fairy-tale far tomorrows,
on the glittering hellbound night.

Got no ticket to endless glory,
to the holy and silent sky —
let the carelessness crawl beneath my skin now,
flyin' higher than heavens high.

[Chorus]

And then it'll all be different,
though I couldn't give a damn right now.
Unavoidable, alone and killed —
this whole life turns to filth.

[Bridge]

[Verse 2]
No preludes, intrigues, or chatter,
no «what if» and no «sudden surprise» —
the door to the gift-world opens
a little plastic friend, so warm.

With its synthetic and filthy cheating,
it conjures mirages so bright,
acid seeps into all the old wounds,
eats the last little piece of the soul.

[Chorus]

And it won't ever be different,
though I couldn't give a damn right now.
Unavoidable, alone and killed —
this whole life turned to filth.
[bridge]

And then nothing will be different,
though I couldn't give a damn right now.
Unavoidable, alone and killed —
this whole life turns to filth.

[Coda]