"I may already be dead, just not typed." - Stranger than fiction Brought into line with the rhythm Try hard to set your eyes open Look around, there's no one here You could recognize No familiar faces define your presence Here Here, in this room Here, in this bed Here, at the time. It was all meant to be a definite solution, A definite solution? - No further questioning No further questioning? - It was all meant to be ... One desperate run through the window The sun is glittering on crystal vibes Running desperate, the gla**y essence Of broken light, like broken limbs Hear the sound, the pulsating 'me' On the screen I can watch myself flicker To the fatal beat The beat of the rush of painful ups and downs Running desperate through the window Glittering like sun on crystal vibes, Running desperate, the gla**y essence Of broken light, broken limbs Running desperate A dream within a dream Forgive the acting, forgive the acting... Running desperate It all seems so unreal What am I doing here? And somehow - Stand still gasping Running desperate Running ... I'm running