Standing before a mirror And I put a gun to
my head Day by day a step further into
nothingness But now the cask is
overflown
It seems to be that there's a
voice Speaking to me from within the
glass I hear words that try to save me And
tell me something about the good things in
life Maybe I should think-over my
situation?
Suddenly I realize that mirrors
cannot speak And I see that the light at the
end of the tunnel Is just another
train
A growing fear is filling my inner
void Is there another sense in life for
me? What else can I expect for
myself?
I think I'm at the point of no
return Now I will disappear This is the
end It's better to lose all control