Panik? - Diary of Dreams

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.

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.