Standing before a mirror  And I put a gun to my head  Day by day a step further into nothingness  But now the cask is overflown    It seems to be that there's a voice  Speaking to me from within the glass  I hear words that try to save me  And tell me something about the good things in life  Maybe I should think-over my situation?    Suddenly I realize that mirrors cannot speak  And I see that the light at the end of the tunnel  Is just another train    A growing fear is filling my inner void  Is there another sense in life for me?  What else can I expect for myself?    I think I'm at the point of no return  Now I will disappear  This is the end  It's better to lose all control