This sickly feeling... the revelation is in due course.
I’m free and ready to abhor you, dead thoughts unwinding.
Incarceration’s overcome, but liberation takes it’s toll.
One last moment of dispute; Confront me – release me from the agony.
Retribution: Familiarity bred contempt, errors and omissions raised the price you’ll pay.
Thinking twice, nothing can change my mind. You’ll stand no chance in the end.
To my relief, all dependence soon becomes eternal guilt set to deny you.
All-out derogation in substantial final shape, independence for the mind.
I wash my hands of you at last, without a single fragment of remorse...
Vanish away, slip through my fingers like sand!
Vanish away! Like dust in the wind, disappear!

[Lead: Bache]

Vanish away, slip through my fingers like sand!
Vanish away! Like dust in the wind, disappear!
Retribution: Familiarity bred contempt, errors and omissions raised the price you’ll pay.
Thinking twice, nothing can change my mind: stand no chance in the end.

[Lead: Mueller]

This sickly feeling... the revelation is in due course.
I’m free and ready to abhor you, dead thoughts unwinding.
Incarceration’s overcome, but liberation took it’s toll.
One last moment of dispute: Confront me, release me from the agony.
I wash my hands of you at last, without a single fragment of remorse...