Dress up once again With your best disguise Run out to live at home All the rats, the stone, the gloves. (All) (Time) All the time The voices scream into my ears All the time The noise tries not to let us leave Agressive movement Of poison and energy Aggresive dancing From slaves of emptiness Dress up once again With your best disguise Run out to live at home All the rats, the stone, the gloves. But in every empty space They come with distortion impossible to avoid And I try but every voice shouts So loud So loud Distortion Distortion Distortion Distortion Distortion Distortion Distortion