I start out (???) things and people start (???)
Been a thousand days and it's getting overexposed
Then someone asks, "How do you sleep at night?"
With the borrowed dreams from a broken past
You keep runnin' away don't matter how fast or long you always wind up there
Another thousand pileups in the ugly name (of morality/a poor addict who's)
f**ing ugly, some creepy guy keeps asking
"How the f** do you sleep at night?"
With a frozen dream and a borrowed hope that died
Filth pig, filth pig
I sleep with both eyes open
Filth pig, filth pig
I keep chasing this tail but the tail gets bigger go figure
A thousand more stories keep the fires and flames alive
So how the f** do I dream at night?
With the memories of a borrowed d**h, the guilty tide