Woke up from a fever
And a monkey in the mirror wants me dead
Second chasing second
And the white noise
Inside my head

Even pain don't last

As I'm touching the unknown now
The monkey knows my views and turned away
We have to feed it
So they told us
No voice, no sound
Inside my head

Throw me a line and talk again
might tell me where they're hiding
Out and through, not even you
Will be here when it's done
Wait in a line until it's you
And rearrange the playthings
Out of tune, out of time
Where even pain don't last

Have to feed it
I have to feed it
Have to make another choice towards the end

Repeat Chorus

(c) Markus Hofmann