Into the darkroom Self respect of the mortals Hard to believe it's you and me in the corner Two by two
Feel as we Tomorrow Stranglehold it has on the things It makes no difference, you're gonna die now
It has to feel It has no fear You won’t forget No regrets, no regrets
Will never know It makes no use, will never know Over and over, and over you stand with your hands
Time after time you can see, you can stretch out your basic cloud of hate Never to know love and the sorrow On the blind side
It has to feel Seeing here It comes so clear You won’t succeed And disappears It has to feel Discipline Over and over it has to feel You'll never see This time