Possibilities - Umläut

I stay in bed all day I swear

Because I´m everything in there

I can´t control myself

When I get up I have to choose

Someone to be and then I loose

The possibilities at hand

I keep biting that apple

So I won´t have to grow a pair

And I don´t like reality

Prefer to dream what I could be

I can´t control myself

What we can measure, see and feel

At least with fiction it´s still real

The possibilities at hand

I keep biting that apple

So I won´t have to grow a pair

You can find me there

Am I fighting in the trenches?

Will I see it through

Or fade away here at HQ?

I keep biting that apple

So I won´t have to grow a pair

You can find me there

Am I fighting in the trenches?

Will I see it through

Or fade away here at HQ?

Am I fighting in the trenches?

Will I see it through?

Will I slowly rot and fade away here in HQ?