Lugsteuring [English translation]

The audience's brain-dead smiles are becoming too much for me

The pain of conceit

Tortures all the marrow

Out of my bones

For everyone who is ignorant

Be happy

Give me your soul

Or I'll have to steal it

I'm probably just bored(x2)

What should I do to feel alive again

I am the hate that forces

You to assault yourself

I am the pain that hides

In everything you wish to conceal

I am the pangs in your madness

The happiness which you devour

I am the one who wishes to save you

An then torture you

What's wrong with me?

Could I get a professional diagnosis?

I just don't want to be wrong in

This lifelong dress rehearsal

Is the monster that's chasing you

Emotional progression?

Are you the only enemy

Of spiritual technology?

Our eyes have been replaced by screens

And our souls with pictures of the sea

There's still a lot of beer

To be drunk

And shit to be talked

Before we can start to rectify the world

My head has been thumping for days

And my fucking eyes

remain fucking heavy

There's still a lot of brain

To wash

Before the lost feeling

Will disappear

So, hello testing signal

Testing signal

Test me