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Quiet! I'm thinking. It's kind of difficult I can't hold up the conversation It's difficult to sympathize My need to resuscitate intensifies The bolt thrust sharp between my eyes. Inside I crumble, perishing intentionally, explicitly there's nothing I can do. Nothing I can do. Nothing I can ...Do! 4, 3, 2, 1 Boom! Explosions deep inside my head it feels as if a tank just f*@#ing tore apart my insides sometimes I wish that I was dead it's me who's ping ponging back and forth across this empty space I'd rather be slammed by two than to take any more so what's the use so what's with you!? I never said I'd take you down there Never said I'd see it through Yet s*@# just happens I'll never know what f*@#ing hell Songtextehas put me through I guess that I deserve the beating the kind that's not intentional Why must I do only the things that please me There's definitely no escape, I'm caught! I'm caught, caught in the middle Aus Songtexte Mania