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