Sick with It

Come and see my perfect mediacenter

All my money all my time I've spent on it

All specialized, all reinvented

State of the art to enter the internet

I hear my deamons hawling

Into the cyberspace they're calling me

Login the pass

Pandorra's box is open!

My head, my feet, my brain is driving me insain!

My blood, my lungs, my veins are burning up in flames.

It makes you feel like ice cold winter

In this labyrinth of filth and sin

Some things are sweet and some even sweeter

Link by link the ice is getting thin

On my deadly journey right to the center

This draging twister takes me under

I'm willing to survive, can't surrender

To the call of this phony splendour

My head, my feet, my brain is driving me insain!

My blood, my lungs, my veins are burning up in flames. (x2)

[Call from a distance

Voices of bliss

Voice from a distance

Calling my name

Calling my name...

Mi na go* enter this!]