With the soundless weight Heavy silence pushed me (Down the floor) Anxiety rolls me in like a wave A wave of desire to do Something Terrible to myself But I will not allow let the Darkness to break out again Outside, beyond me My smiling face will hide this Horror from you It is better this way for Everyone I was deaf, blind and stupid Until I learned to talk to Myself, to my ego But what is myself made of? A mixture of bitternes, anger Humor and inmorality Can this be called a good Personality? Will anyone love me? The Monster sleep inside of me Which with every drink is Trying to break out I am often dangerous for Myself and for all I'm like a Deep-sea mine Don't get to close to me Don't get to close to me! Sana, sana, sana Cura, cura, cura