Standing before a mirror And I put a gun to my head Day by day a step further into nothingness But now the cask is overflown It seems to be that there's a voice Speaking to me from within the gla** I hear words that try to save me And tell me something about the good things in life Maybe I should think-over my situation? Suddenly I realize that mirrors cannot speak
And I see that the light at the end of the tunnel Is just another train A growing fear is filling my inner void Is there another sense in life for me? What else can I expect for myself? I think I'm at the point of no return Now I will disappear This is the end It?s better to lose all control