i think to much. My mind´s in space
and all i touch becomes toxic waste
everything colorful is pale
i´m living within a greyscale
i have got to decide, I´m running out of time
is the face i see in the mirror mine?

i want to scatter the clouds
i want to scream out loud:
\"ALL THE WORDS HAVE LOST SCENCE\"
no meaningfulness in this world without chanse
my life is full of a mare´s nest
but i wish you all the very best.

I´m running out of time
is the face i see in the mirror mine?
everything´s just blurry
everyone´s in a hurry
exept me, i´ll get my sleep.
my head´s sinking,
i sank to deep...

and i now can retire
before my sleepingpill expire
it´ll make my nightmares soften
for all the nights i´ll sleep in a koffin.
from now and on.
I´M NEVER WRONG!
i´m never wrong...