Suicide and Mania
MAT SINNER, RALF SCHEEPERS, STEFAN LEIBING, THOMAS NAUMANN-PHILIPP
I see their faces
They're hunting me
It's like a bullet
Flying over me
Despite the time they waste on me
There's no way out, no breaking free
I chase the shadow on the wall
I am a prisoner of myself
Just look at me
No doctor, no healing
There's only disbelieving
The naked truth, no fantasy
No doctor, no healing
The poison gas I'm breathing
No other choice, than suicide and mania
Too many changes
Have ripped out my heart
Edge of insanity
I am the evil part
This must be real no fantasy
They're watching and destroying me
I'll crash my car against a wall
A silent scream, a final call
A funeral march
No doctor, no healing
There's only disbelieving
The naked truth, no fantasy
No doctor, no healing
The poison gas I'm breathing
No other choice, than suicide and mania