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.