Intoxication Intravenous

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Der Psychopath sitzt eingeschlossen in seiner Zelle. Durchs Schlüsselloch beobachtet er die Welt draussen. Und obwohl - oder gerade weil - er nur einen winzigen Bruchteil dessen sehen kann, was dort vor sich geht, ist er sich sicher, eine Verschwörung zu erkennen. Welche Art Verschwörung, erfährt man übrigens in der lange verschollen geglaubten dritten Strophe

Intoxication Intravenous

T: Matthias Ambré – M: Matthias Ambré

I can see you
Through the keyhole
I can see you
And what you do
Through the keyhole
Your conspirators
I can see them
Too

The timer is ticking, it’s counting down
My body’s veiled in a patient gown
Cowering in the corner of my secret cell
Listening to the chimes of my funeral bell

But I locked myself in, irreversibly
And this safety door is now between us
Preventing me from your fiendish plan:
Intoxication Intravenous, Intoxication Intravenous

I can see you …

The thousand times that I fell for you
But this time I was ingenious
I cheated you, and foiled your plan:
Intoxication Intravenous, Intoxication Intravenous

There’s no escape from the cradle to the grave
There’s no escape from the cradle to the grave
So try to find your solace in insanity
So try to find your solace in insanity

I can see you …