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