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) Fucking ugly, some creepy guy keeps asking "How the fuck 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 fuck do I dream at night? With the memories of a borrowed death, the guilty tide Filth pig, filth pig He sleeps with both eyes open Filth pig, filth pig He sleeps all right because he's a Filth pig