Lyrics Diary of Dreams

Diary of Dreams

Panik

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.