Isolation

Alone in my cellar I lie awake at night

hold my breath and I wait for the return of the light

I don't deserve to be mentioned - don't deserve to be free

don't deserve to be happy - I don't deserve to just be

Cause I'm me, myself and I

don't know who and don't know why.

All I can do's to be waiting for the day

the three of us will say goodbye

a six-feet-under-no-more-try

but until then I hear my guardians say:

Welcome to your isolation - where no one cares if you bitterly cry

welcome to your isolation - the only way out is to die!!

"Me" always wanted the good life - "myself" always wanted the bad

and I just refused to be normal - then the other two simply saw red

a schizo is never alone - so we made an arrangement to follow the rule:

"If one of us appears, the other two sleep" - but I was an arrogant fool

Cause I'm me, myself and I...

Welcome to your isolation...

"Me" burned the house of the holy, "myself" lived a silent man's life

and I simply wanted to get rid of them both - so I tried it with a gun and a knife.

So now here I sit in my cellar - it's not what you'd call a jail, yes, I know,

but behind the glass door we're not only three anymore- there's a judge and a whole courtyard show.

So in the end it's okay to be lonely - the others tell me `bout their lifes everyday

- they go to work, live their dreams and sometimes it seems that I'd finally be fading away -

`cause I'm me, myself and I...

Welcome to your isolation...Is to die - out is to die - is to die...