Lyrics:

Radical impulse invading present thinking. Dead end dreams sore throat from all these lies. Liberty, dignity one nasty ego. We thought we had a choice panik manifesto. Angel, how much longer... Angel, how much further... ...until your sweet cocoon? I scribble on the ceiling, on the walls and on the floor. I shiver in the corner, cause I forgot to lock the door. Deleted memories of false identities, unfortunately I did never say good-bye.