Standing before a mirror

And I put a gun to my head

Day by day a step further into nothingness

But now the cask is overflown



It seems to be that there's a voice

Speaking to me from within the glass

I hear words that try to save me

And tell me something about the good things in life

Maybe I should think-over my situation?



Suddenly I realize that mirrors cannot speak

And I see that the light at the end of the tunnel

Is just another train



A growing fear is filling my inner void

Is there another sense in life for me?

What else can I expect for myself?



I think I'm at the point of no return

Now I will disappear

This is the end

It?s better to lose all control