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