Panik? Radical impulse Invading present thinking. Dead end dreams Sore throat from all these lies. Liberty, dignity One nasty ego. We thought we had a choice Panik Manifesto... Panik? Angel, how much longer... Angel, how much further... Until your sweet cocoon? Panik? I scribble on the ceiling, On the walls and on the floor. I shiver in the corner, Cause I forgot to lock the door. Deleted memories of false identities, Unfortunately I did never say good-bye. Panik? Angel, how much longer... Angel, how much further... Until your sweet cocoon? Panik? Until your sweet cocoon? Panik? Until your sweet cocoon?