People go crazy from damnation,
People go crazy from an inferiority complex,
People go crazy from tension,
People go crazy from an evil insult.
A shell exploded - the Wormwood Star
And in our face are flying shards
Of irritation.
Salt has dissolved in my glass
But my ego doesn't dissolve in me.
Stir it up in me
With a spoonful of thick give-no-fuckism.
To put ourselves together
We will gather fragments
Of irritation.
Poisoning by loneliness
The skin sweats under red paint,
Stars redden by a holy prophecy,
Eternal euphoria - it's all one and the same.
And so we are seized one after another,
But in our place remain scars
Of irritation.