A dark corridor, nothing on walls
Like Josef K. a bit lost annoyed
The kind of dream you wish you could wake up from

The guy in a suit makes a joke
I’m not in the mood, I tell him to back off
He smiles and says: “take a breath and count to four”

So where else now are you willing to go, sir
When we’re in your mind, your mind is at war
Maybe Berlin, Rome, Amsterdam
Look out Sir, we know very well where to find you

The floor in front of me starts to dissolve
Things will change of you jump in that hole
You can go back but you just can’t stay here

“well you only die once so let’s give it a try!”
The guy in a suit knits his brows
Maybe it’s time, it’s time to take the plunge

Where else now am I willing to go
When my mind is no longer at war
Maybe Berlin, Rome, Amsterdam
It’s good to breathe to be so alive

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