Smoldering beauty and rotten faces.
Unseened films and titles of this life.
Noise and [bad word] dissonance of the mob.
I find salvation from it all even without movement.

Yet still the city’s lights are fading away.
And I [bad word] another lifeless day.
Closing the window, pretending to be alive. [bad word] dissolution and transparency.
Further from this atmosphere of decay.
And an [bad word] of moments.

My world deformed and distorted.
Turning into a new and sterile form.
Disgusting and alien to some.
Yet so pure and desired by me.

With each hour I drive the needles deeper into my arms.
While the darkness pressing out the glasses of my windows.
I move like a spirit beside your eyes.
Locked up in my room, motionless.