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