It was an evening in April
In the blood-red glow of the sun
I am a sick part of our species - I know
I alone in the flickering light with these fleeting images
That is not me , that's not my face
Windowless world in the void
That's not me, that's not my face
They've been watching me for a long time, they're always there
They're already dissecting me Now, my innermost being lies bar
I am a sick part of our species - I know guilt
My guilt is eating me up, my conscience is clear
Could I ever be such a monster? My tired eyes stare at me
With sealed lips my mouth speaks to me
Powerless witness, my fate revealed
I am a sick part of our species - I know
That is not me , that's not my face
They've been watching me for a long time, they're always there
They're already dissecting me, my innermost being is barren
The spell holds me captive, but the image goes out
The lightless night penetrates deep into me
I put the evil in me in chains
My guilt
My guilt eats me up, my conscience is clear
I could than ever be such a monster?

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