Sick With It (feat. Delle)

See my perfect mediacenter 
All my money all my time I´ve spent on it
All specialized, All reinvented 
State of the art to enter the internet.

I can hear my deamons hawling
Into the cyberspace they´re calling me

Login the pass
Pandorras box is open
My head, my feet , my brain, is driving me insain.
My blood, my lungs, my vains, ar burning up in flames
It makes you feel like ice cold winter
In this labyrinth of filth and sinn
Some things are sweet and some even sweeter
Link by link the ice is getting thin
On my deadly journey right to the center
This draging twister takes me under
I ´m willing to survive, can´t surrender
To the call of this phony splender
My head, my feet , my brain, is driving me insain.
My blood, my lungs, my vains, ar burning up in flames
Call from a distance
Voices of bliss
Voice from adistance 
Calling my name