Broken heart, broken dreams, broken life, misery on the bloody knife.
Stolen time, stolen clasp, stolen hopes, I have just my confused notes.
Speaking with the ghosts on the wall, waking up from dreams, home alone.
Tell me why, please tell me why, You didn´t tell goodbye.
In my head, in my soul, in my heart, I feel that´s the way into the dark.
Latenight walks, latenight drinking, street disturbances due to violent thinking.
Everyday upstairs into my garret. I pet with my old thankful berret.
This is the end, end of road, its time to go.
I´m sorry, please excuse me! my dear, now I know ITS TIME TO GO.
My hand, my illness, my alter ego.
Its time to go, I already know, where I was that night, oh noooooooo.
Lost sheet, lost knife, lost paddle. All the small things fitting together.
In my mind, in my memories, now I find the reason of my misery.
Upstairs into my garret. With schizophrenia and thankful berret.
This is the end of road, now I know that its time to go.
I´m sorry, please excuse me! my dear, now I know ITS TIME TO GO.
My hand, my illness, my alter ego.
Its time to go, I already know, where I was that night, oh no, oh no.
ITS time to go...........
