Egon would like to die
But unfortunately he's not allowed to
The doctors in the clinic
They won't let Egon to
He can't walk anymore
And speaking doesn't work anymore either
He'd love to have a drink
And then die afterwards
Egon has all his life
Never cared about anything
He didn't let anyone forbid him anything
And has been locked up many times
But no prison has ever been worse
Than the intensive care unit
The human-machine-room
For Egon it's bare scorn
Egon had never begged
All his life
But can you now see the eyes
In the wrinkled face
Then there it says in big writing
Please just make me dead
But who stops the machines?
Who acts as the dear God?
The state of laws
Doesn't leave him any choice
Nobody is allowed to decide
In the kind hospital
What's humane, what's immorality
The line unfortunately remains thin
That's why Egon still has to wait
For whenever
Egon would like to die
But unfortunately that's not possible
His body has to keep living
His dignity is not allowed to
Oh, Egon