Panik — Diary of Dreams

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.