With the soundless weight
Heavy silence pushed me
(Down the floor)

Anxiety rolls me in like a wave
A wave of desire to do
Something
Terrible to myself

But I will not allow let the
Darkness to break out again
Outside, beyond me
My smiling face will hide this
Horror from you

It is better this way for
Everyone
I was deaf, blind and stupid
Until I learned to talk to
Myself, to my ego
But what is myself made of?

A mixture of bitternes, anger
Humor and inmorality
Can this be called a good
Personality?

Will anyone love me? The
Monster sleep inside of me
Which with every drink is
Trying to break out
I am often dangerous for
Myself and for all

I'm like a
Deep-sea mine
Don't get to close to me
Don't get to close to me!

Sana, sana, sana
Cura, cura, cura