Moderat - Sick With It lyrics

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 can hear my demons howling Into the cyberspace they're calling Login the pa** Pandora's box is open My head, my feet, my brain Driving me insane 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 dragging twister taking me under I'm willing to survive, can't surrender To the call of this phony splender My head, my feet, my brain Driving me insane My blood, my lungs, my veins Are burning up in flames My head, my feet , my brain Driving me insane My blood, my lungs, my veins Are burning up in flames Call from a distance Voices of bliss Voice from a distance Calling my name Mi na go (Wouldn't) enter this Mi na go enter disya flames