Il testo della Idols without regret

In plastic world a new day
You don't wanna see
Its reality you must feel
The taste of the filth
It's in your (dirty) mouth
Deep under your skin
These are broken worms
Try to grasp them

It must burn and hurt & cause that pain

You're lying into the faces
You're smiling in the mirror
You give a faith, an idol
Devices in the hard of the terror

Dirty dignity surface
Just scream of a slave
Just spies in the whole life
Stupid self break
Supplication, imploring hands
There's nothing to help
It isn't worth it
To worry about someone else