Idioma Origen:
I see their faces
They´re hunting me
It´s like a bullet
Flying over me
Despite the time they waste on me
There´s no way out, no breaking free
I chase the shadow on the wall
I am a prisoner of myself
Just look at me
No doctor - no healing
There´s only disbelieving
The naked truth - no fantasy
No doctor - no healing
The poison gas I´m breathing
No other choice - than suicide and mania
Too many changes
Have ripped out my heart
Edge of insanity
I am the evil part
This must be real no fantasy
They´re watching and destroying me
I´ll crash my car against a wall
A silent scream, a final call
A funeral march
No doctor - no healing
There´s only disbelieving
The naked truth - no fantasy
No doctor - no healing
The poison gas I´m breathing
No other choice - than suicide and mania
Idioma Destino:
I see their faces
They´re hunting me
It´s like a bullet
Flying over me
Despite the time they waste on me
There´s no way out, no breaking free
I chase the shadow on the wall
I am a prisoner of myself
Just look at me
No doctor - no healing
There´s only disbelieving
The naked truth - no fantasy
No doctor - no healing
The poison gas I´m breathing
No other choice - than suicide and mania
Too many changes
Have ripped out my heart
Edge of insanity
I am the evil part
This must be real no fantasy
They´re watching and destroying me
I´ll crash my car against a wall
A silent scream, a final call
A funeral march
No doctor - no healing
There´s only disbelieving
The naked truth - no fantasy
No doctor - no healing
The poison gas I´m breathing
No other choice - than suicide and mania