Wake up each day and realize I didn't sleep I live my life each day but did I really live? So I try to close my eyes and realize they weren't open I try to think and 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 L refuse to loose, pins in blood shoes, I'm runnin' through Psychopathic killingfields without protectionshields Day in day out askin' 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