Panik?

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...

Panik?

Angel, how much longer...
Angel, how much further...
Until your sweet cocoon?

Panik?

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.

Panik?

Angel, how much longer...
Angel, how much further...
Until your sweet cocoon?

Panik?

Until your sweet cocoon?

Panik?

Until your sweet cocoon?