The gray city crushes like a concrete press, The sky is cracked, in my soul there is only stress. A fallen angel cries somewhere in the clouds, And I am drowning in a swamp, in my own sins.
I'm dirt, mired in lust and passion.
I'm dirt, My soul is black, there is not a drop of happiness in it.
I'm dirt, The fire of desires burns from within.
I'm dirt, And I see no way out, even if I scream, even if I die.
In the mirror opposite - a stranger's face, Distorted by vice, malice, a scoundrel. Temptation whispers, beckons into the darkness, I sold my soul to the devil for beauty.
I'm dirt, mired in lust and passion.
I'm dirt, My soul is black, there is not a drop of happiness in it.
I'm dirt, The fire of desires burns from within.
I'm dirt, And I see no way out, even if I scream, even if I die.
I seek salvation in wine and oblivion, But only for a moment does my pain go away inside. I will wake up again in a nightmare, in a sticky web, And again I will fall, hellish routine.
I'm dirt, mired in lust and passion.
I'm dirt, My soul is black, there is not a drop of happiness in it.
I'm dirt, The fire of desires burns from within.
I'm dirt, And I see no way out, even if I scream, even if I die.
Dirt... Lust... Passion... Sin... In this hell I will forever warm... Forever warm... I'm dirt.. I'm in sin..