| What has happened in this room I'm in? | |
| Something so unreal. | |
| I cannot remember things I've done, | |
| Why am I right here? | |
| Staring at this mess I'm into, | |
| Trying to believe. | |
| There are ways enough to cure this, | |
| I know this for sure. | |
| Lies. | |
| Don't listen to those lies, | |
| There is no other choice. | |
| The call for more and more, | |
| The grown addiction. | |
| I won't choose it | |
| I won't choose | |
| Waiting in this state of emptiness, | |
| All what's left is greed. | |
| Thinking about leaving all this mess, | |
| Why am I still here? | |
| No one tells you what's true or false, | |
| Manipulation of whole tribes. | |
| No one needs to decide your goals, | |
| The recognition of yourself. | |
| Take my hand |