Gentle sounds in my head, chanting about death
You'll find me as I wallow in the shapelessness of faces
As I destroy rough daily use articles
Getting lost in a stained crowd
The distortion of the trendiest style of life
Touch the aggressive stream of drabness
Drown in the injection of one-way transmitted emptiness
When you'll wander through my veins
When you'll have discovered my deeply hidden unspoken secrets
And when your highness will feel bored
All aggressive drabness, it will be over
Rough daily use articles, it will be over
One-way transmitted emptiness, it will be over
Most trendy style of life, it will be over
Everyday I try to stop to scratch the wounds
Everyday I feel like an advert of myself
Everyday I mute the forbidden reflexes
Everyday I except the sweetness forced into me
Everyday a carnal desire grows in me
Everyday I'm counting scars, like the sins that I've commited
Everyday I feel tired of being sober
Each day more clearly I can see that you are actually in me
Under the facade which I am too bored to care for anymore
All the conspiracy had stopped
Under the facade mixed with my identity
The plot had stopped