Believe me i know that your sick
you see ive been to your mind
and ive been making some notes
and i can see that you are lonely

Belive me i know where you are
surounded by deafs
blinds are the men who are not facing death
i can sense that you are hiding

Belive me i know when you are hiding from me
you see ive been to your mind
and ive been making some noise
and i saw you were frightend

I saw you snicking away
from the shore like a thief
to your island
how far is your island?

by no time you are there
while im loosing my way
to your island
where the fuck is your island?

I see you twice a week for a year now
we are stucking knives in my soul
and we are searching for blood

I see you twice a week for a year now
and i still cant say
is this a therapy?
or just another way for me to get stoned

you are like a toy to me
who start his act by a coin
how can i cross my lines for this