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