Woke up this morning and I can`t recall my name
I was convinced that finally I have gone insane
I reached out for a cigarette – Fuck, I couldn`t find
If my brain was on VHS – I would push Rewind

Blank Tape in my Head
Laying under covers
Like in graves for the Dead

Woke up this morning, wrapped in warm and cozy sheets
I must admit that going mental is what my system needs
These thoughts are gonna haunting me I can`t shake them off
Last night I might have partied with Michail Gorbatschov

With an analog brain on the edge of sane – drifting in a ten-beers-mind
The more I think, and the more that I sink, I better not push Rewind