There's a blowin' in the chamber That nose is on his nose I'm lying in a bed, stuck And I don't know where I am And I don't know where I am Quietly evaporating Tubes fill up with liquid Into me and pulsate Attracts me to nausea Attracts me to nausea Attracts me to nausea There's no noise coming from outside The windowsills are welded There's a pot of flowers sticking to the wall From Van Gogh or whatever his name is Here comes the man with his white coat Here comes the man in his white skin Here comes the man, a quiet white creature Has built up in front of my bed He's sewing new needles And plastic tubes into me And says as if I don't understand anything The poor swine He looks me in the eyes And glues wires to my forehead He looks me in the eyes And glues wires to my forehead It tickles and soaks me in the ears As if I had a ringing in my brain Here comes the woman with her white coat Here comes the woman in her white skin And looked at the man so strangely ... They slowly roll me out of the room Out of the damp neon light Through a long white tunnel Where does it roll from? They don't tell me The old crack of pieces of shoes Nails pain and fear in the vessel And drives me into a new, white, tiled chamber That doesn't let me hope Here comes the man with his white coat Here comes the man in his white skin Here comes the man, a quiet white creature Has built up in front of my bed Here comes the man with his white coat Here comes the woman in her white skin Here comes the woman and bows down to me But I can't understand her anymore I can't understand her anymore I can't understand her anymore What exactly happened to me I just can't understand now What keeps me trapped in bed I'll see then I'll see then I'll see then I'll see then