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Wake up each day and realize I didn't sleep
I live my life each day but did I really live?
Did I really live?
Did I really live?
So I try to close my eyes and realize they weren't open I lose my mind again
I lose my mind again
So what's it all about and what do I expect
I try to look further but my memory is back
My memory is back
I can feel that need for the important senseless
A peaceful background cause hell is just around
The corner, near to my fear and that blowin' fuse
I refuse to loose, pins in bloody shoes, I'm runnin' through
Psychopathic killingfields without protectionshields
Day in day out ankin' myself
Is my fiction reality or just insanity
Time is irrelevant sold out thrills on my trip
Memories, confusion, I don't regret a thing
Life is just a form of animated death
My memory is back
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