One day I heard of an accident
Just one more day I thought again
There are a lot of things going on


A little hard to be on edge all the time
To see the world makes me this confound

There are a lot of things going on

However I thought all was cool

Next moment I don't what I'm to do
There was a singel thing that went on


Before the phonecall everything was chill
But then it came and disturbed me with a din
There was a singel thing that went on


My stomach took a turn
My throat began to burn

A lesson I would learn
Forever with concern


No more kind and naive
It will lead to my grieve
Sadness, all I achieve

The death is a relieve

If I only knew

What it is you do
You're too far away
I cannot hear what you say


Communication's dead
Sending mail instead

But the mailman has fled
I have to use my head


I've got psychic disorders
I can hear your thoughts


Anytime she could die
My life could say goodbye
No longer standing by

Anytime she would die

If I only knew

What it is you do
You're too far away
I cannot hear what you say


Communication's dead
Sending mail instead

But the mailman has fled
I have to use my head


I've got psychic disorders
I can hear you


I've got psychic disorders

I've got psychic disorders

I can hear your thoughts
I've got telepathy
I am an outcast