Nimetön [English translation]

When the knife of the morning is splitting up the sky

The light is tearing up the room

The thickness of a tongue is filling up the whole filthy mouth

The face is dry clay and dung

Those figures are swarming on the edges of memory

like statues in the dark staircase

Knitting the dark fabric of a night with stings, hooves

Inviting to join their choir while looking strangely beautiful

I forbid to say one more word

I have grown tired of listening to talking

This flat is full of lies

I circle around the room like a knife in my hand

Cut

your wings away

BE NAMELESS

Cut

your hair away

BE NAMELESS

Cut

your lips away

BE NAMELESS

Cut

your dreams away

BE NAMELESS

The fisher of truth with his nets and rods

Has disappeared, has drowned into the sea of truth

The floor is covered with shattered glass

A drunk devil in the mirror

The gods of commercials are smiling to each other

A hand is shaking on the remote control

That makes the life to continue or to stop

A stronger drunkenness is needed for this

refrain