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