There's a time, there's a place,nit seems familiar now, but not the face.nThe eyes are mean, without a soul,nI find myself looking up from a down a hole.nnReason skips me, see through eyes of red,npumpin' my heart, pounding my head.nMy senses are shell-shocked, hanging in a net,nI guess I walked straight into a fist of regret,n.. regret, regret ..n.. I walked into a fist of regret.nnThe agony, the esctasy,nI feel I've had it all.nBut now I'm standing tall,ngotta' keep on goin'.nElse I won't see tomorrow.nI guess I'll have to keep my bruises,nand be known as the one who loses.nnStopped in my tracks, the anchors on,nall my motivation gone.nPick it up, lay it down,nan' promise that I'll be a 'good' hound.nWe gotta' keep on goin',nelse we won't see no tomorrow.nMy memory's still intact,njust my sould that's been ransacked.n