Pienet pirut [English translation]

Face against a tile wall

The room echoes with spite

Little devils peeking out from their hiding

The pills are too far away

As an idiot I tremble in disappointment

Fucking hell this day won't be any good either

Let's swallow a kilo of shit

That will give the kick to last the day

A vein is bursting out of my head

The pistons are slamming hot inside the machine

Caviar is moving and wolves are barking

Cusses in the air like war machine squadrons

Checking on the room's corner with contracts as a kindling

Tight is the last word which is closed with the door

Democratic equality is unlikely to happen in this story

Chests mauled open

One digs a grave for the other

Fear grows til the end

A rotting load in a zinc casket

Do you feel the band tightening?

Band tightens!

Glowing red scleras won't foretell anything good for tomorrow

When it hardly will come

The organs are evacuating themselves

From dyskinesia to involuntary treatment, from psychosis to consultation

From terminal treatment to urticaria, same fucking reason

Cusses in the air like war machine squadrons

Checking on the room's corner with contracts as a kindling

Chests mauled open

One digs a grave for the other

Fear grows til the end

A rotting load in a zinc casket

Do you feel the band tightening?

Band tightens!

Tight is the last word which is closed with the door

Democratic equality is unlikely to happen in this story

Tight is the last word which is opened with the door

Democratic equality is unlikely to happen in this story

Chests mauled open

One digs a grave for the other

Fear grows til the end

A rotting load in a zinc casket

Chests mauled open

One digs a grave for the other

Fear grows til the end

A rotting load in a zinc casket