Panic Music Songtext
von Kite

False alarm, empty guns
Mediocre life, restless ones
I got defeated this way
So idiots don′t follow me

Boy to man, what's the point?
Idiots in my life, thanks a lot
I got defeated this way
So idiots don′t follow me, don't follow me

Consider me done
I'm lost, and I can′t see the sun
Oh Lord, I′ve begun (creating black holes)
And why do I lie to myself
Pretending I'm sane, sane, sane
I′m back again (creating black holes)


I search the stars being sad (creating black holes)
I search the stars being sad

False alarm, empty guns
Mediocre life, panic comes
I got diseases in me
So idiots don't follow me

Boy to man, what′s the point?
Idiots in my life, thanks a lot
I got defeated this way
So idiots don't follow me, don′t follow me

Consider me done
I'm lost, and I can't see the sun
Oh Lord, I′ve begun (creating black holes)
And why do I lie to myself?
Pretending I′m sane, sane, sane
I'm back again (creating black holes)


I search the stars being sad (creating black holes)
I search the stars being sad (creating black holes, black holes)