Sleep kept me from life,
insanity is at the gates of Berlin.
There is no miracle that shall save me;
and if I could go back and change my ways;
happily I'll go my merry way!
The shadows, thoughts and things unseen;
real not so, strike fear in me.
I'm but a grain of sand in someone else's hand,
blow me away and scatter me about four corners of the earth!
Fear, fear, fear........
insanity is at the gates of Berlin.
There is no miracle that shall save me;
and if I could go back and change my ways;
happily I'll go my merry way!
The shadows, thoughts and things unseen;
real not so, strike fear in me.
I'm but a grain of sand in someone else's hand,
blow me away and scatter me about four corners of the earth!
Fear, fear, fear........
