Welcome into the real psychopathic world welcome into the world of pain welcome into the world of dead silence it seems to you everything´s the same i´m a drooling, whining, screaming ba*tard you can see my unsuccessful attempts to perceive your life i´m captured by my psychopathic instincts and projections becoming inconsiderable giving up this fight my world is breaking to the softest accords and shades this worlds inner world is growing from inside my world blends with edges and shines in my isolation i show my scared face and am angry they are better then me welcome into the real psychopathic world welcome into the panic room welcome into the imaginary world welcome into the world under a plastic sun who doesn´t have nightmares and determination to live i just wanna stay here and watch the horizon of my d**h solitude, damage, derogation, yearnings
i resist pain and despair set a mirror to my scared face, my pervasive anxiety even you´ll pick out a part of your done destiny mental devastation looks like a bliss garden on the other side of hell cut through fantastic pictures of real life welcome into the real psychopathic world welcome into the world of pain welcome into the world of dead silence it seems to you everything´s the same i still seek inner appreciation in a bizzarre architecture of my life it´s a miracle i can speak again after all these years and break the silence am i blind, deaf and dumb that somebody found me in the trash? now i go through blunders and glory returns from a destroyed reality welcome into the panic room welcome into the imaginary world welcome into the world under plastic sun welcome into the psycopathic color spectrum