Demonstration is radical
Isolation is medical
Isn't it ironic that my soldiers are gone?
Isn't it demonic that I'm fighting alone?
The walls are burning
My waltz – it's turning around in my head
The doctor comes up to my bed
And I know – he's lying to me, he will try to see me again
When only this clinical record will come to an end?
Disillusion is physical
The conclusion is typical
Simply I get critical
But I didn't start the war
No it's not political, but about to explore
The walls are burning
My waltz – it's turning around in my head
The doctor comes up to my bed
And I know – he's lying to me, he will try to see me again
When only this clinical record will come to an end?
Revolution is obvious
Contribution's anonymous
Will I ever receive a chance to get out or stay
Will I ever reminisce this perpetual day?
The walls are burning
My waltz – it's turning around,around in my head
The doctor comes up to my bed
And I know – he's lying to me, he will try to see me again
When only this clinical record will come to an end?
To an end
To an end
End end end end end end end end end
La la la la la la la la
To an end
