| Song | State of Suspense |
| Artist | Visions of Atlantis |
| Album | Cast Away |
| 作曲 : Fiedler, Holly, Moritz, Plank | |
| Gravity of thoughts | |
| they pull you down | |
| Carry you miles away | |
| but often it is just one step | |
| That makes you think of | |
| how to escape | |
| Which path to take | |
| Like the red thread that guides you | |
| out of your Labyrinth | |
| Tied up, down on the seafloor | |
| No way to surface again | |
| and every move I make is | |
| taking my breath, strangling my neck | |
| Just me shrouded in a nightmare | |
| Cold water covering me | |
| A place where light has never been | |
| Emptiness | |
| surrounding my body | |
| Screams falling - silence | |
| Tears are drowning | |
| Pressure fills my veins | |
| Opened eyes - to get rid of my chains and | |
| Free myself - from this blackened space | |
| Ignorance - blown away by the rays of the sun | |
| enlightening my pale face | |
| Blinded thoughts, now able to see | |
| Thousands of colours are painting my scenery | |
| Encaged - my selfbuilt prison | |
| in depths nobody knows | |
| and all my cries won't help me | |
| out of my pain, away from my grave | |
| Just me gliding into nothing | |
| all my life left behind | |
| State of suspense in frozen time |
| zuò qǔ : Fiedler, Holly, Moritz, Plank | |
| Gravity of thoughts | |
| they pull you down | |
| Carry you miles away | |
| but often it is just one step | |
| That makes you think of | |
| how to escape | |
| Which path to take | |
| Like the red thread that guides you | |
| out of your Labyrinth | |
| Tied up, down on the seafloor | |
| No way to surface again | |
| and every move I make is | |
| taking my breath, strangling my neck | |
| Just me shrouded in a nightmare | |
| Cold water covering me | |
| A place where light has never been | |
| Emptiness | |
| surrounding my body | |
| Screams falling silence | |
| Tears are drowning | |
| Pressure fills my veins | |
| Opened eyes to get rid of my chains and | |
| Free myself from this blackened space | |
| Ignorance blown away by the rays of the sun | |
| enlightening my pale face | |
| Blinded thoughts, now able to see | |
| Thousands of colours are painting my scenery | |
| Encaged my selfbuilt prison | |
| in depths nobody knows | |
| and all my cries won' t help me | |
| out of my pain, away from my grave | |
| Just me gliding into nothing | |
| all my life left behind | |
| State of suspense in frozen time |