Testo 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