Texty: Nico Liebe & His Subconsciousness. Pseudo Monologs. You – A Lullaby.

You're hopin that you're not alone
and not only flesh and bones
but there's a whisper in your brain
tellin you you're not insane

i know it cause i hear it too
everyday and all night through
it pumps my blood and - hush! be quiet
i hear it from your deep inside

it is amazing, isn't it?
and creepy more than just a bit
I can't remember when it began
but I'm quiet sure nobody can

it sounds like from far away
maybe from the oldest days
sometimes drowned in my echoes
I wonder who it is and how he knows

sometimes its like a female voice
sometimes a choir swirling noise
tamed and spiced - I feel alive
but I'm not behind the wheel
I do not drive

I am driven just like you are
up and down the boulevard -

a whisper: maybe your best friend
but I guess thats out of our hands

wake up and drop your freudian thoughts
the wars not over but you're too bored
damagin what changed your mind
by listening to the self behind

the words, they sound quiet like yours
but their meaning took another course
covered by layers we cannot feel
layers of past time no more real

than other thoughts that calm your breath
blanking out the reigning death
and finally the whisper stops
...

how do you know you're not alone
insane or completely - hush! - a moan
only myself feels really real
but to hear that moan reveals

a chance and nothin more at all
an accident that does recall
a whisper from your deep inside
I have to sleep, good night