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 bastard
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 death
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