Radical impulse

invading present thinking.



Dead end dreams

sore throat from all these lies.



Liberty, dignity

one nasty ego.



We thought we had a choice

panik manifesto.



Angel, how much longer...

Angel, how much further...

...until your sweet cocoon?



I scribble on the ceiling,

on the walls and on the floor.



I shiver in the corner,

cause I forgot to lock the door.



Deleted memories of false identities,

unfortunately I

did never say good-bye.