| Lyrics: | Radical impulse
invading present thinking.
Dead end dreams
sore throat from all
these lies.
Liberty, dignity
one nasty ego.
We thought we had a
choice
panik manifesto.
Angel, how much longer...
Angel, how much
further...
...until your sweet cocoon?
I scribble on the ceiling,
on the walls and
on the floor.
I shiver in the corner,
cause I forgot to lock the door.
Deleted
memories of false identities,
unfortunately I
did never say good-bye. |
