Woorden: Primal Fear. Devil's Ground. Suicide And Mania.

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