Killing fields

Got to get away from all this paranoia,
Got to get away in time, it's on my mind
Got to get away from greater doubts and passions
nothing more could be the same - what else remains?

Even though i see the lights around me,
something always tries to crowd me in.

Do myself a favour, standing out alone,
Give myself the chance to let my tension go
Have i got no future, no fortune, fame…
have i got no future - what else remains?

Even though i see the lights around me,
Something always tries to crowd me in.

I try to find relief from self-inflicted pain
I try to find belief but nothing ever changes
perhaps there is no way out,
I'm lying on the bed I made
Perhaps there is no get-out
It's a fatal game

Even though I see the lights around me,
Something always tries to crowd me in.

Someone out there - someone out there