I wake up in the morning
And all the sirens go off
The picture of a future
Always at my door
But I have this hanging knife
Pull it out my back
I know I just can get up, turn and walk
The sun is always shinning
My head is growing strong
I live with no regrets
But the man is getting old
And I look a bit insane
Feed me with your pain
I know I just can get up, turn and walk
And walk
Freedom won't fall into my hands today
Nothing to worry I will soon be dead
'Cause I come back again again
Again again and again
And I look a bit insane
Feed me with your pain
I know I just can get up, turn and walk
And walk, and walk