From the middle of my soul
Somewhere deep inside of me
I hear their soft voices ask
What and who I am
They direct and govern me
Argue repeatedly for nights on end
I can do nothing about it
Just lose my mind again
They surround my conscience
Want to know how and when
They dissect my thoughts
Until I can think of nothing more
Where am I
What am I doing here
Where does it all lead
My life is ticking counterclockwise
If time heals the wounds
Then I count the minutes
If time heals the wounds
Tell me why they bleed
It is as if the whole world
Holds me prisoner every day
If time heals the wounds
Then it should hurry
The puzzle of my life
Lies here before me on the table
I can not put the parts together
Because every day changes me
Of 10 million ways
Only one brings me to the goal
Around me, only empty people
They promise me too much
The life that is called life
Is far away from me
I suffocate in my dreams
Have almost forgotten how to live
I press on repetition
When the night begins
My life is ticking counterclockwise
If time heals the wounds
Then I count the minutes
If time heals the wounds
Tell me why they bleed
It is as if the whole world
Holds me prisoner every day
If time heals the wounds
Then it should hurry
If time heals the wounds
Then count only seconds
If time heals the wounds
If time heals the wounds
Then I count the minutes
If time heals the wounds
Tell me why they bleed
It is as if the whole world
Holds me prisoner every day
If time heals the wounds
Then it should hurry