I feel nothing, it doesn't fucking matter
Which path we take, because all paths lead into light
I feel nothing, emotions completly numb
There, where the sky begins, there where hell ends
Still feeling nothing, it really doesn't fucking matter
Small fishes end on a shark tooth
Nothing is there, no emotions
Everything the same, equally, equally monotone
I could see the light at the end of the tunnel
It was a subway, that came directly at me
The truth is mostly sobering and uncomfortable
The mirrors framewok of the now, better to turn themselves
Losing every desire, I have to numb myself
Wandering around alone, alone in the forest of poster pillars
A starry sky made of colorful neon signs
Cold light, cold me, soul wrapped in cellophane
Pressure is high, chest is heavy, I think myself away, I absorb it, the smell of the ocean
Coming back, not possible
Sawdust their plans, little evidence, that I was once here
Just scream again, no voice anymore
Soul numb, pulse roars, my senses empty
See gray, hear white noise, finger clammy
Whenever we need it the most
We lack the thought construction, that keeps everything liveable
Those, who cut off the thousands of doubts in my head
Have no fear of death, I dont know, when it comes
On the way to heaven they play an elavator song
On the way to hell they play something from Alice Cooper
It was 50-50 Half Sorrow, half super
The pressure rises, the pressure rises
I deeply breath in, hope, that there is enough air
The pressure rises, the pressure rises
I deeply breath in, hope, that there is enough air
The pressure rises, the pressure rises
I breath out, I look straight into the ravine