For years you're sitting in a coffin
Made by yourself
Trapped between four naked walls
Rusty chains have grown into your skin
During the years
Is it worth suffering for a deed you have done?

But isn't it your own fault that you are in this situation
Didn´t you alway

The weired colored tunnel

You glide through the weired colored tunnel
Lie on fresh green grass
Flying dogs laugh friendly in your face
Your body is surrounded by cotton pads
And makes it feel warm
Drugs deadly illusion

Light as a feather you flow through the stree