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?
Suddenly I realize that mirrors cannot speak!
And I see that the light at the end of the tunnel
Is just another train.
Suddenly I realize that mirrors cannot speak!
And I see that the light at the end of the tunnel
Is just another train.
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.
Suddenly I realize that mirrors cannot speak!
And I see that the light at the end of the tunnel
Is just another train.