Conscience crazy Memories
From today back to the Womb
Carry me from instance to Instance
Always looking like bad leftover Meatloaf
The dreams of Tomorrow
Somehow seem to get Lost
Along this river so Narrow
Filling a somehow never-ending Void
Of heartache and sickened Sweat
The panting of my Breathe
Carries over the loudspeakers of Life
People begin to look at Me
And I feel the Pressure
Build in my System
Increasing with semi-resistant Speed
Until my head feels Faint
My eyes Narrow
And my heart Races
Until I finally speak...